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Do you know my
hole
in which I am
stuck?
Do you know the
endless loneliness
I feel within?
Are you familiar
with my desertedness
and utter
disgust?
I don’t even
know
how to interact
with my very own friends.
Their laughter
has become foreign to me
and their advice
too superficial.
They no longer
understand me.
They are not
aware,
how badly I am
wounded.
I am very
ashamed of myself
and I dare not
show myself like this.
If someone
should have noticed me,
then they only
saw the mask
I put on.
I have no idea
how I would
function without it.
I need to get
along
in a society
that has nothing
left to spare
for someone like
me.
My chatter and
my jokes
are all
carefully prepared ahead of time,
so that no one
notices
how I really am.
How often have I
regretted my own
mistakes.
I was utterly
ashamed
of my own
behavior
and what I have done
to others by it.
I feel like
crying,
but I’m not
allowed to cry right now.
I need to work
through so many things
but no one seems
to have time
to help me with
it.
Everyone is busy
with himself.
I wonder if
their hole is as deep as mine?
Do you know my
hole
in which I am
stuck?
Do you have a
rope
all the way down
to me?
Are you strong
enough
to pull me out?
Can you endure
the look
when I stand in
front of you?
Do you have a
place,
where I can
rest?
Can you cope,
when I tell you
about my life?
Can you bind up
my wounds?
Can you help me
to socialize
with people
and start hoping
again?
If you can do
all that,
then you must be very strong.
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