Do you ever get that feeling,
when you're in a large room of people,
that you're lonely?

It's an icy cold sensation that just
freezes your blood flow.
It's a cold feeling that spreads from your ribs,
to your stomach.

I hate that feeling.
It hurts both ways,
emotionally
and physically.

But that feeling just melts away,
when someone notices me.
The feeling just leaves
when someone talks to me.

But that doesn't happen most of the time.

And so I'm still stuck with that icy feeling,
with no one to talk to,
with no one to look to.

But that's okay.
I don't suppress my pain anymore.
I don't need to,
because I know I'm not alone.

We're told in school that food gives us energy,
but they don't touch on support.

Support gives me energy to keep going,
a will to live.

It's the unspoken thing that keeps us alive,
the thing that makes you keep running.

I know for me,
it's what helps me wake up in the morning,
it's what helps me open my eyes,
it's what helps me go about my day.

Support is vital for a human being to survive,
it's the food your soul needs.

So I thank you,
for all the support you've given me,
for all you've done for me.

I've got friends who don't talk to me.

I've got this one friend who acts like he cares,
but in reality just wants to talk about himself.

I've got this another friend
who only cares about being on good terms with everyone.

I've got another friend
who doesn't care about anyone else but his girlfriend.

I've got this one friend
who talks trash about me.

But what I don't have
is a friend who actually cares.

A friend that's willing to talk to me,
to help me.

And I desperately need one.

All I've got in chaining me to this world
are a few friends who don't talk to me
and a graduation party that'll never happen.

Maybe someone would be sad if I left,
but they'll probably cry fake tears,
just to get attention.

All I know is that,
very little people would actually care.

My teachers would just see me as another student,
a name to be taken off their roster.

My classmates will see me as an empty seat,
more storage space.

My parents would see me as a failure,
and just act sad.

No one would see me as anything different,
because I never am.

Everyday she goes to school
a smile plastered on her face.

She is lonely and despised
by her horrible classmates.

All she wants to do is fit in,
but alas,
people will never let her.

She has natural beauty,
but people don't acknowledge
or let her enjoy it.

She wants a chance,
a chance to breathe,
but alas
they'll never allow it.

He told me he loved me,
and that I should love him in return.

I was so excited to have someone,
to be with someone.

He told me to do the craziest things,
always saying,
"You'll do it if you love me."

Eager to please,
I hastily did everything he asked.

My friends tried warning me,
"I don't like him, he's always trying to change you."
I always told them that they were overthinking it.
I should've listened to them.

One day,
he gave me a ring,
and said, "Because you can't live without me."

That day I realized that
I hadn't fallen in love with anyone.

I'd fallen in love with love itself.

When your first child turns out to be a failure,
don't expect the other one to come running.

Years of neglect had hardened her,
training her to become a cold, silent child.

She had been deprived of her childhood,
always ignored or forgotten about,
abused and yelled at.

The day she went mute,
nobody cared.

She went on with her life,
living off of her friends,
hearing about their daring adventures,
hoping she could have one of her own.

When her parents had finally figured out
their first child was mediocre at best,
they quickly tried turning to her.

It was too late.

For her entire life she'd went without them,
what makes them think they can just go in now?