The loneliness, the quiet finds a place I cannot hide from. I find myself at times crying without stopping only sitting in hiding. With no one around I see it's only me on my own living, trying.
Without them I'm not sure how I'm getting by. Where are my friends those who I call family.
Their living just fine. I'm living a different kind of life. Just these thoughts of mine, these feelings brewing inside. At times I'm dying a little inside, some days I'm doing alright. Living this different kind of life is quite difficult, not my cup of tea. It's the tears no one see's. Around them I appear happy. Will there ever be a happier me. Maybe in time. Right now I'm in hiding. The spark not shining. Numbness takes over me, I isolate avoid the world just want not to be lonely. This new life is reality.