You tell no one of your pain, you hold it in. You finally tell someone about it and you feel like you've sinned.
Why burden them with my pain? They don't care. But the truth is they do, for you, they're there.
You are cold and in pain as you lie on your floor. All you wanted in life is something different. Something more.
You're starving and tired, the pain in your stomach is absurd.
You begin to cry as you lay there all in pain, you want to be warm, and fed, but you're hurt.
They don't understand how your whole body goes numb, it's painful and dumb.
Sometimes you can't feel your hands, so you cant text for help. So you lay there whimpering, and think, "this is hell."
