Talking to people makes me feel lonely. Nobody really understands me, they all just want to keep it light, centering the conversation around nothing but themselves. It makes me feel like I'm a trash bin, everyone just fills me with their trash, their opinions and experiences, without a care in the world about my feelings. They want to unwind, to be cheered up by me, not once would the thought cross their mind, that maybe I would want to be cheered up or anything.
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When Darkness enters my mind
PoetryLate night spirals of thoughts and worries Trigger warning: If you are sensitive towards constant mentioning of dark, depressing topics then you might not enjoy reading this.
