Lonely
Posted by Nerva at 12:53 PM on August 6, 2005.
I keep asking myself why they don't understand how I feel. I envy the others around me. They're understood, while I wallow in despair and the inability to explain. They can't understand the festering ache and the hunger, the hunger for want of being there. And all they do care about is the loftiness of what they hope to achieve, what they hope I would want to take.
I'm growing tired. I know they mean well for placing me where I am now, and you may call me cowardly or whatever...but you have no idea of the pain I feel inside.
All I want to do is to go home.
I'm growing tired. I know they mean well for placing me where I am now, and you may call me cowardly or whatever...but you have no idea of the pain I feel inside.
All I want to do is to go home.



