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Sitting alone,

Staring at the keyboard.

So much to say,

Yet nothing to write.

I want to talk,

Something’s bothering me inside.

I don't know what it is.



I’m not content.

I’m restless,

I need something,

Yet I don’t know what it is.



Feelings I can't put into words.

Not happiness,

Not sadness,

Emptiness?

I don't know,

But I want to.



I sit,

In the darkness,

The screen burns my eyes.

So many people to talk to,

Yet I have nothing to say.

It’s hurt from the inside,

Scratches to break free.

But I don't know what it is,

Or understand why.



I try to act happy,

Yet there are times it takes over.

I don't hear the world,

I'm lost in thought.



Do I think too much?

Or not enough?



I can't explain,

I can't do anything at all.



For now I sit,

I think,

I wonder.



A friend?

Is that what I need?

No I have plenty yet its still there...



Tell the truth?

I have, and still it remains.



Perhaps something more,

Maybe that’s what I need,

Rid me of my loneliness,

Something there, whenever I need.



But how?

But Where?



Even then it might not be enough,

To rid me of this torment.

This need to do something.

Yet I don't know what.



I can't explain it even now.

I try to write,

Write to understand.

But it still doesn’t' make sense.

I don't know what I feel.

And on top the hurt, pain, and hunger,

It’s diluted away.

A shimmer of a thought,

Yet it burns my soul,

Hurts my head,

And strains my heart.



A constant pressure,

In my head,

And nothing I do,

Makes it go away.