The Real Me

a poem by Cadye Nation, USA

I feel all alone and empty inside my body wants to live but my heart just wants to die. I sadly sit alone in my room and write this to myself as everyone else has a great time not knowing what I've felt.
Crying doesnt ease my pain it only makes it worse so I sit and try to figure out why all I do is hurt. I try to explain the real me but they'll never understand because the pain is all I am.

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