Change is everything

Since I am unable to adequately express how I feel, no one will ever understand.

Nobody to adore, no one to blame, and no one ever changes.

There is nothing to worry about and no need to tell lies since I am who I am.

Nobody is left to care for me, no one sees what I see.

Knowing the truth is kind of depressing since you then know who is there to support you.

The majority of them only put on that act.

Many of them criticize me behind my back.

There is nothing else I ought to say; I appreciate you making me feel this way.





Every time I was alone myself

When someone is home, it makes me feel strange.

No relatives to lean on, no friends to show concern.

Why I stay home is a mystery to many people.

Every night as I cry myself to sleep, I occasionally hope for love.

No life, no love, no friends, no hope.

Pain never stops.

I occasionally wonder what I did to deserve this.

But nobody speaks up.

I keep hearing in my thoughts to forget the negative and focus on the positive.

I then reply to myself, "There is no good to remember," nevertheless.

Why me? I always yell at myself. Why?



sitting in a spare room that's unoccupied.

No one with whom I may discuss my feelings.

Nobody to probe my emotions.

In this cruel society we live in, is there anyone left?

I occasionally start to wonder.

I can be hard on myself at times.

I wake up in the morning wishing I had never been born.

Help others if you can since lives are being taken from this world today just as easily as they are being brought into it.

Changing someone's life is possible.

Change something.

The world is hard.