Like that feeling of a wet ball on a rainy day slapping you hard in the face. The heavy chest feeling and obnoxious gut emotion which takes over your state of mind. 

Nobody understands. It’s the hardest trying to open up to those that you’re close with. You wish they could understand you and know what you’re going through. But you don’t want them to think less of you. You tell them you’re okay but deep down you wish you could end it all.

Nobody will understand. The sad truth is nobody really, really cares. People are selfish. Valuing only themselves and catering for the own needs. Berated by them for doing the things that they are doing. Looked down upon, seen as useless, worthless, stupid, ignorant, idiotic… and the list goes on. They’re only around you for the things that you can provide. With your back against the wall, would they even look in your direction?

You only have yourself. Nobody is there for you and the sad thing is you have to just continue.