Do you ever see all of the people you are familiar with, going out, all together, whilst you're in bed, at home, alone.
Everyone is out, drinking, laughing, having fun with each other.
You? You're in bed. You don't feel like you deserve to have friends, go out, or be happy.
What happens when you tell someone? You speak, and try to explain everything, with warm tears dripping down your face as you lose the slightest bit of hope that even anyone would understand what you're talking about, as you read the words;
Try not to think about it.
You know they are trying to help, and you love them for that. So much, but it's just, not what you need to hear right now. It doesn't help.
You need to be comforted, to be needed. To not be alone, and not to be a burden on everyone.
YOU ARE READING
Sometimes
DiversosA collection of thoughts, depressing perhaps, but raw and meaningful thoughts.