Sometimes this loneliness echoes inside of me.
I’m just empty.
It’s sunny out but cold and dark in the cathedrals I’ve walked through.
Just waiting to feel something.
You can be surrounded by all of the right things,
And still feel incomplete.
And I’ve learned that you only have yourself.
I’m getting used to that sort of company.
i want people to know i’m struggling but i don’t want people to know i’m struggling do you see my problem