I stand here quite alone. As the day ends and starts again. I realise that words are sometimes empty. Meaningless actions that end up hurting. I must be feeling depressed. As I question every little moment. Or anxious that life is passing me by. As I stand quite alone. Eyes closed and wondering. Wondering how? And why? I see the darkness creep in from the impatience of others. I see that sometimes I don't matter. As this world is so vast. My problems being nonexistent. No patience. No time. Not even a care. Then suddenly I can understand. That maybe what makes me unhappy. Is the cruel truth that you don't really care. So maybe to stand alone is better than to be stabbed by your words.
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