I repented for my sins , yet they judged me.
I cried for the problems I had, yet they didn't soothe me.
I welcomed them with open arms, yet they shot me.
I became vulnerable to them, yet they mocked me.
I felt lonely then and feel lonely now, yet sympathy shoved me out the door.
Whirlwind of thoughts, I became insane, second guessing myself didn't know what to do.
Guess what it doesn't matter, because someday this will be you.


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