....Lately I've felt lonely. Sometimes I want to curl up into my one captivity of my warm bed and sob. Empathy is different from being an empath. Me...with having this recognized gift, I wonder if I was put on this world to just feel and understand. But behind that I feel horrible. My emotions go crazy and add onto my own. I feel overwhelmed, the small feeling of being fine seems to be shrinking to almost near nothingness. I hold back my tears, hold back the sobs, hold back the screams, hold back the depression. I don't think anyone knows how I truly am inside. I will admit I wear a mask. No one sees me as the girl to fall like this. No one...it saddens me that no one truly sees into me, sees that I don't want to wake up at times ever in the morning, to see the light of day. To see the sun rise. To see another star littered night and think of that one person. The lump in my throat threatens me. Temps me to cry. I don't do well with being lonely. I like the comfort of someone being there for me. But lately it seems like no one is there. I don't have any physical shoulder to cry on. So physical solid person to wrap my arms around and have them return the sweet sentiment. This is my life. I had someone a long long time ago...but no one else. I don't speak to anyone of how I feel. I just want to cry....I'll repeat those last 5 words...
"I JUST WANT TO CRY"
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