Keeping it in

I weep inside, no one knows.
I bottle things up now. I have become more reserved.
I feel like no one understands me, nor can I explain this excruciating emotion.
I don't want to burden others and keep on talking about it.
After sometime, people will get sick and won't care.
So, I am taking precaution of not saying anything at all.

I feel lonely and hurt. When I try to make myself happy,
I try really hard and it works for a week or so.
But, something, always, small or big, however significant,
Just hits me so hard every time. I fall again. I feel bad.
I am hurt, I can't get rid of it.
That's why I am waiting to get out, so I can run away.
Hypothetically and metaphorically, of course.