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No one understands
Who I am.

Even though there are few in this world that do or would,
Some I have not met,
Most I have not met,
But I just know that there are people out there.
Some I have met,

Jesus! How I wish I could have those people here, in moments like these.

Where is Jinny when I need her,
Where is Marina when I need her.

I wish I could just have them 24/7

Christ!!!

I've got to get out of this Hell Hole!
It will never be the same.
Everything is being drained,
from me.
It's draining me who i am.
Every day,
Every way.

Nothing would or could be ever the same.
Every pat on the back will only hurt worse.

Every lie will only hurt better.
Every time I speak, it will only make me feel worse.

I don't want to live anymore.

I just need to get away.
Just get the fuck away.

And meet more of those people,

And push the ones that confuse and hurt me away.

I need isolation.
Big time.

Whatever comes up would only be weirder.

I'm uncomfortable,
with life,
with everything.

I enjoy the tears of pain!
The tears of sorrow.
The tears of confusion.

And nothing feels better than that first tear,
When it begins to swell up in your eye, then falls,
streaming down your face,

Maybe I should try that bleeding thing,
Maybe I should try that smokey thing,
Maybe I should try that dying thing.