I am one of those people.

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It's crazy to think and hard to believe,

That this feeling, this overwhelming sadness and pain can become so familiar.

So familiar, that you consider it to be a friend, a best friend.

Always there by your side never letting go.

 

It's crazy to think and hard to believe that this best friend can keep you,

keep you from seeing life.

But show you how to feel empty and completely abandoned, 

even in a room full of people.

How, no matter what you do, it always comes back in a never ending cycle.

So much so that you begin to feel worthless and hopeless,

 because all you want is to be happy, but every time you let it happen,

you fall harder and harder everytime.

Yet, no one understands, or can help becuase they just don't know.

 

It's crazy to think and hard to believe,

that someone so broken can continue and keep going.

Acting as if nothing is wrong, still giving everything they have.

Even when they have nothing, just to keep people from feeling how they do.

Somehow though, they make it.

Still wondering if the true happiness they search for will ever come.

This is the biggest mystery in my eyes, becuase I'm one of those people. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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