Silence, God, I wish for silence.
How can I fear it and wish for it too?
I know not and know none who do.
My heart longs for something my mind cannot grasp
or in doing so, it may find the key
to eternal sadness or eternal bliss.
Confusion, how am I supposed to act or react?
I don’t know how I am supposed to think.
Everything I do, think, feel, believe seems to
be wrong, seems to hurt me in the end.
What do I do? I think I need help.
Who will help? Is there anyone I can even trust?
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Very nice, JPN. I think we go through this experience at least a few times a day throughout our entire lives. To answer that last question: Yes, you can trust yourself.