Why do I feel so alone all of the sudden?
Why do I have to smother my sobs against my pillow?
Why do I have to be sad when I love being happy?
Why does my body go numb for a fraction of a second?
Why do I have to hide my pain from others?
Why do I always feel like I have to be strong?
Why does it feel like most people won't ever give as half as much as I give for them?
Why does the path sometimes have to get so foggy?
Why does it all have to feel like a struggle at times?
Why do I sometimes want what I know I don't need?
Why do I try to hide my tears from everyone?
Why do I feel betrayed over such minuscule things?
There's definitely a love-hate relationship in me for being a strong person; I love how people lean on me, but sometimes wish I had someone who would be so vocal and obvious about wanting to take care of me. I wished someone longed to be there for me as I am there for my family.
But why?
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Short stories that live inside
General FictionThis is a collection of shorts stories I've written. I hope you enjoy. (There is no specific genre)
