It's very lonely inside. There is no where to hide. I live in a sardine can packed with sardines. My family, the sardines. I can't describe the pain I feel. And sometimes I can't believe it, it's all so real. Is this all it is? To life itself? Or am I getting a good beat down? Payback. For all the times I stole and drank. Smoked and cheated. Lied and swore. Boy, I feel that beat down now. And I sit here, lonely and cold, wondering how? How so much pain is inside me. Sometimes I want to run. Run far away from it all. But I am too afraid, so scared. It's very lonely inside.
Reason for writing:
I felt very depressed with my living in a trailer with 7 people and animals galore. My friendships falling apart and my high school life, a disaster.
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