So Sick...

I am so sick of feeling alone.
Time heals wounds, but mine have only grown.

The people around me are happy.
But I am still feeling crappy.

Some time has passed and I thought it would change.
But it has only gotten worse. Isn't that strange?

I try to stay tough.
But I know that's just a bluff.

Isn't it sad that I have to lie?
Not to anyone else but to myself.

What is really sad is that I don't care.
I treat myself like garbage, is that fair?

Its fine, it really does not matter.
My words, they are just meaningless chatter.

Don't get me wrong, I am glad everyone's lives are better.
I just wish that I did not have to sit here and see my palms getting wetter.