there are so many things that i want to say but the words never come. i couldn't speak of what i feel. there's so much to know and yet, i'm afraid of the consequences that frighten me. death is not one of them because i'm not afraid of it. the last thing i need is to be rejected or feel left out. that is my worst fear. i also fear of regretting to let people know of how i feel; otherwise, they'll never know what i've been through. and yet, i doubt they'll understand because they never lived a life like mine. who would care if i was sad or depressed? who would have cared if i lived or died? WHO? my life wouldn't matter now anyway. so, whats the point of going on living if it only leads to suffering. nobody would listen of what i have to say because THEY DON'T CARE. why listen to peoples' problems if they don't want to listen to mine......







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This is something that i came up with but most of it is mostly true to me. Please make any comments.........this is something that i wrote long ago and i've gotten over my loneliness, thanks to God....