I am alone.
I am not alone.
There is multiple people that care. Those who I want to tell, they have shut me down. No one wants to listen to a depressed story, especially is all they eager for is smiles and success. But those that have the time to listen, I can't tell them. I don't know them anough to say it to them. Trust is hard, and I don't know if being on my toes can get me anywhere or not, unless I balance it.
So I have.
When I do say something, I only say parts of it, to diferent people. Only I can piece it all together. But I only tell them minimal details.
There is something though.
I can't tell no one. No one will listen. I can't force myself to say it, because I don't even know how the hell it came to be, or why, or when. But I feel alone. I fear that I have this perfection set ahead of me, and no one cares to see the hurt in my eyes I have caught myself do for a split second. I am strong, but I am crashing. Physically, I don't crash, but it seems as if I am almost there.
My family.
My family, what have I put you into. I am sorry. I love you and I will protect you, but I have to leave you.
My friends.
I love you as well. I will also protect you, where are you?
My love.
Smile truthfully.
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