The wall is cold against my back, but my face is hot with tears. Nobody will notice that I’m gone, and nobody will find me here. This is the only place I can ever be alone – this old, abandoned classroom. I’ve never been sure of why it’s empty, but all that matters is that it’s clean. It would be dusty, otherwise.

My sobs echo off the walls, and the musty air isn’t exactly welcoming. But I need this place. This place is mine, and I don’t plan on sharing it with anyone.

It hurts so bad – always being ignored. None of those popular jerks would have any idea what this feels like. I know I’m not the only lonely person in the world, but I’m the only one here who is lonely. Everybody has their best friend, and some people are even lucky enough to have a whole group of friends.

But me – I have nobody. God, am I lonely. Nobody talks to me, or listens to me, or even looks at me. It’s like I’m actually invisible. And because of this, I have to hold everything inside. Every stupid little feeling, every single word I even think of muttering. I’m always cut off, or covered up, or pushed aside.

And that’s only if I’m acknowledged in the first place.

I couldn’t take another second of being in class, listening to all of them talk and laugh with their friends. Not having a care or a worry in the world.

I want that. More than anything, I want that. Just a single moment where I don’t have to worry, or stress. Where I can just joke around, and let the weight lift off my chest, if only for a little while. I’m not okay – I’m always hurting. Always suffocating, always suffering, always silenced. If anybody noticed me long enough to see the truth, I’d tell them I was fine anyways.

I don’t know what it is. I just can’t accept help. I don’t want to be a bother to anyone, ever. I can’t inconvenience them like that. I just want to make everyone happy. So I let them think that I’m fine.

But I’m not.

Why am I so alone?