You know when you just sit alone in the room with your computer switched on, with a sad song or some piano (corrinne may) song, your thoughts actually starts flowing and your real emotions show.
Some think of husbands having affairs,
some think of their riches stolen,
some think of their family disowning them,
to sheer loneliness and abandonment.
Some think they've got all the friends,
some think they've got all the popularity,
but when trouble comes and you get hurt,
you realise nobody really cares.
Some think they are lousy,
some think they are stupid,
some think they are too unknowledgeable that no one wants to talk to them,
only because they choose to think so.
Some think they should kill themselves,
some think they should run away,
some think they should strangle the cause of stress (which is normally a woman)
but they know these are wrong.
Quiet times are not good for those with disturbed minds, but I believe such things in the second or third paragraph (not stanza) are quite realistic, in fact I can envision one person losing all his/her friends now.
When you're feeling down and out, talk to somebody, then you won't feel like doing the fourth paragraph.
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