I always hear how
I am not alone,
That there are others
Who feel the same I do.
But when it’s 4:00 am
And my eyes burn
With tear-stained cheeks,
And there’s nobody there
To hear my muffled cries,
It’s hard to believe
How anybody can feel
As broken as me
Oh my gosh this is so good! I can totally relate and i love the word choice!
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