They think I'm insane

I wish it could go away.

It's no longer possible to conceal it.

My heart became filled with grief and pain.

What I'm experiencing is odd.

When I try to explain this,

They think I'm insane.

I've kept it all to myself.

And I'm aware that I need help.

I have times when I want to run away.

But where will I run?

I have no one to run to.

My parents are dead.

Nobody likes me.

They loathe me.

I currently feel abandoned.

I'm usually crying, but I seem strong in public.

Today, I struggled to hold on.

I feel like the days are long.

All the evenings are short.

Perhaps I should learn to trust strangers?

I should allow them into my lonely world.

Maybe they can help me.

I might live another decade.

Since I was no longer hoping to live longer,