July 21st, 2022.
The sky cries and so does my eyes. The clouds are heavy. My face feels like the clouds, weighed down with sadness.
I have no joy to spread around. My head hangs so low it hits the ground. It’s hard to pick myself up when you don’t feel loved.
Where does love come from ? Friends and family bring this forth. But I feel neither one thru the course of my life.
I’ve never felt so alone as I do now. Where’s the people that’s suppose to make me feel happy and glad ? They’re busy with there own lives like I don’t exist.
If I were to die, no one would care . Everyone is too into themselves for time to spare.
Why must I suffer so much, all by myself. To have friends would be a blessing . But as for me people don’t like being around the Depressing.
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