Dear World

You don't understand me.
You never have.
No one does.
No one ever will.

You bring me these wonderful people.
But then just take them away.
Left feeling broke.
I fall to the ground.
I shatter.

This has happened before.
And will happen again.
I'm scared.

I want someone to hurt like i hurt.
To feel what I feel.
Be destroyed like I've been destroyed.
To be angry like I've been angry.

I know it's sick.
I know it's unkind.
But then I'd know I'm not alone.
Then I'd know maybe there is someone like me out there.

I'm afraid, afraid to let people in.
For if I let them in then they can judge me.
They can tell my secrets.
They can tell me they don't understand.

But worst of all.
They can leave me.
Like everyone else has.