Because at 3:27 AM on a Friday morning when I'm smothered in my darkness of heavy thoughts and overthinking everything, clutching my tear stained pillow, I sit up and look around the room and the only one around is me. 
The only person who understands is me.

The only person who hears and knows why I cry is me.

So don't tell me I'm not alone because that's wrong.

You're not the one drowning in your own sadness and thoughts and just playing it all off as a big joke, and literally contemplating suicide more and more each day. I am. and I am alone.