strength in no numbers?

Is this where the interstate ends?

In coastal towns like this

Waiting for my world to cave under

We seem to invent ourselves

In places left unknown

If hope could only find me out

Is this the end of everything we know?

This is the end of everything I am

Is anybody out there?Hello! Hello!

Broken hearts like promises, I left my last unknowns

Is anybody out there?Hello! Alone!

Cause the coldest winter's thread

Can't pressure me, I'm not a holy ghost

In the coastal towns of Him

Although I know a thousand names

I see my only friend

I've got the ground

All I need is ten cents for the pooling

I feel helpless, sleeping at this, waiting for your return

Are you ever coming home?

Does anybody

Do they ever listen?

Does anybody

Care at all?!

Do they care at all?

Do they care at all?

Is this the end of everything we know?

This is the end of everything I am

Is anybody out there?Hello! Hello!

Broken hearts like promises, I left my last unknowns

Is anybody out there?Hello! Alone!

Cause the coldest winter's thread on broken homes

Nonethelesser you're not here

And then we must wake this home

right now i feel very weak and alone, not vulnerable because to feel vulnerable you have to be open to someone. and to be open there has to be someone probing to open you. so much is happening and i long for the weight to be shared. again i am carrying the weight of the world and no one knows because i don't tell anyone anything. except you dear void. how kind you are to me. people always have and still do view me as the strong one. therefore i am not supported because i don't appear to need any help. you have no idea. people always make such sweeping judgments about me. i don't know why. the other day i was called judgmental and self-righteous. earlier the same day i was called boring. in some arenas i'm known as the wallflower and deathly shy, others too opinionated, some i'm confident, others i'm a ditz. i'm cold and unfeeling, selfish and hateful to some i'm sure. if all the people from each group compared notes they would dignose me with split personalities. but i do what i have to for each situation. i do what is called for and act. i worry about how i feel later. but later... later is when it gets hard. sitting among people who think i am completely fine or too fine. but i won't stoop to saying that "yes i am stressed out of my mind" or "no i'm not alright. i'm about to fall apart at the seams" this information is never volunteered and must be painfully extracted. only a precious and i mean precious few can just see something is wrong or are told something is wrong. but other wise when i feel that i can't take another step, i walk. when i can't imagine taking another breath, i inhale. and when life seems to be too much i desparately scream and ravenously claw for help without uttering a sound or making move. so in the world's eyes, i suck it up and am fine because i'm the strong one right?