If the World Could Understand

Second.

    I just think to myself, if only the world could understand. If the world could understand, life would be different. Everything would be different. But the world can't understand. There are some people that do understand, but it's not the world. If only the world could understand all the pain that runs inside me; all this thinking. I replay moments in my head that I just can't get over, It makes it worse.
  Then I try to avoid the fact that anything had happened, that also makes it worse. How do I get over it? I may never know. Every time I get my mind off of it, something triggers it. Something sets off the alarm and all this pain hits me. Why did this happen to me? Was it my fault? Did I deserve it? All these thoughts; what do I do? I don't want sympathy, I want people to understand, to stand beside me, and to tell me it's not alright but it will be soon.