"Stress is in - everyone's doing it"

Words wont run dry, but then neither will these tears. This helplessness eats me up slowly - gnaws at my spirit. These were meant to be happy days. When did they become so painful? Yet, I keep myself going. There is good in the world, I tell myself. I am amazed at how easily I buy my own lies. I have nothing to tell you now. Because you wont understand. And me? I'm just tired of wanting to be understood.