Alone, always feeling so alone. I have my own family but I'm alone. I used to be able to work, like a man, but still I was alone. Isolation, alienation, condemnation, and the endless stress of having a damaged spine and a broken brain. I know my body is wrecked; I know my mind is fractured. Knowledge of the problems doesn't negate the problems. When I was unaware of why I am the way I am I was happier and less stressed.
Depression is being down a deep, empty well. Schizophrenia is being in a crowd of critics when you're really all alone. It's being completely isolated when you're really in a crowd.
I'm stuck in this shell, stuck in this life, stuck in this hell, trapped in the strife. Maybe if I had some friends, I don't know.
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