I found this in my notes. Hopefully it’s not a duplicate.

In those moments
In between
That’s when I feel
Least alive again
Wishing for
Someone to see
What I am
So I can be.

What is existence
If it’s not shared?
I go home alone, and
I am scared
Is this all the world
Has for me?
Moments of happy
In between misery?

I’m not scared of the silence –
I am alone with my thoughts
I love myself
And that is enough
To make me want
To live each day
But I wonder
And I fear

That they are all the same

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