As I sniffle my world away, my eyes glance over to the occasional bright and vivid movements of the man on tv. . . My tears run down my cheeks and . . . for what? Crying has no purpose except to portray an emotion, to let others know how I'm feeling. The message arrives, but is never read by the person who means the most to me....the screams fall on deaf ears, the thoughts . . . the thoughts just never go away. The feeling of someone coming to get me is ever more prevalent, someone is out there, in the world around me, someone is trying to get inside my head but I refuse to let them. Someone will betray me and I don't know who. . . This is the feeling I have and no one seems to care, they just wave me off like some unimportant animal being sent to the slaughterhouse. Someone will kill me and no one cares except for me. . . This is extreme paranoia and . . .
My tears mean nothing to no one.
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