She sat at the back of a club.
107 people.
But she felt like she was the only one.
The music pounded in her ears, making everything seem even more quiet.
Because no one noticed her falling apart right in front of them.
Because no one noticed her mascara running down her porcelain face.
Because no one heard her sobs as she sat there, isolated from the rest.
She felt more alone in this crowd.
Then she ever could in her own room.
The happiness of others,
made her realize that sadness of her own.
A sadness that had no depth, you couldn't reach the bottom.
A sadness that made even the sunniest days dark.
A sadness unlike the rest.
And so as she sat there with 107 other people. She sat there by herself.