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I feel so trapped here as if the walls are closing in on me.

It feels like nothing is going to change no matter what I do.

I want to scream or cry, but really I just sit there staring… just staring.

It feels like I am just alive, but not really living.

It feels like there is nothing else to keep me here.

I want to run so far away just to get away,

but everything follows you no matter where you go.

You can’t really hide from something like that.

I don’t think much anymore… just staring, always staring into nothingness.

Everything they say repeats in my mind

like a broken record playing over and over again

reminding me that they think I will be nothing… just some nobody.

They say I worry about you;

well maybe they should stop caring since they think I am nothing.

I hold back to much and it all just explodes to where I finally cry alone.

I don’t even want anyone to see me cry

because I feel they want to see me cry as if they knew it was going to come.