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It's just the way I feel.

No,

I don't want to talk.

It's not like I can.

There's  no way to explain.

Plain and simple.(im depressed)

It's how it is.

No,

I don't want help.

The only place I am 

most comfortable,

is alone.

And even that hurts.

The words are in me,

bottled up,

screaming,

trying to burst out.

There isn't a way to

let them out.

They are inside me.

For now,

They are stuck inside,

and I am left,

to feel miserable,

alone,

unwanted,

unloved,

lost.