This is for the depression,
for the pain,
for the hopelessness.
That which I feel every day.
The one that eats me up inside, you know it,
I guess you may not feel it,
You just may.
After all, nothing under the sun is new.
But sometimes I feel all alone.
Not just alone that no one can hear me.
Or alone that no one feels what I feel.
Alone that no one else is going through it.
As if the pain is peculiar to just me.
And no matter how much you try to explain,
No one will ever, get it.
They just can’t get it.