Icicle

My chest hurts.

Stabbed like staking a tent for camping in stormy weather. Pelted by rain, and snow, and sleet, we are freezing, we are bleeding.
Can't you tell me what it all means. Can't you tell me what you think? Can't you see what is happening? There are so many doubts.
There's no reason for this. I know it yet I loathe it I detest it I'm addicted I'm an addict I am worthless I am hopeless I'm a loner.
Lonely,
lonely...

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[SuddenCognito]

It is quite unclear what the poem is about, maybe you could add a few lines making it more clear? Like it so far! :)