Stigma

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I feel lonely but I have those around me.
So I should be happy? Not exactly.

Crying repeatedly in my pillow over and over again but I'm to old for that right? I'm not happy.

Before my feet touch the bed ,I wonder why I am here.
Will this cloud get away from over my  head?
The thoughts of leaving comes and goes, but who will be there when there's no more.
Cold shoulders is all that's felt. No call, no are you okay? What's the matter?
I will be there for you no matter what , you lied.
I see the bigger picture.
Forever and ever only spiraled me into a deep depression. 
Stress, sadness , and no rest nothing will be the same.
Wanting to sleep for weeks is not normal.
This ain't for me , it's not unknown.
This is a common experience from an empty  home.

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