it's a different kind of pain, i guess, but it's pain all the same. isolate yourself and feel left out and forgotten and have nobody to reach out to, to do things with, to enjoy things with, eaten up inside by loneliness and boredom and a lack of self-worth, fear of being in public alone, a restaurant, a theatre.
get to know people and then the pain is just in a new form, people you know leaving, dying, struggling under the weight of their own trauma, shared tears aren't so different from alone tears in that everyone involved is crying, worry over the health and well-being of everyone you know, worried about losing them like all the books and movies say you will, fear of having to say goodbye and needing to but never getting the chance, and then all that happens is your back in the restaurant alone, this time with both types of pain on yr shoulders
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment