It's the mirror in your bedroom that you sob into, wondering what is wrong with you that absolutely no one with talk to you. Its almost like it's mocking you, but it only states the truth. Its cold mostly. Its long winter days spent by yourself, curled up by a fire place, waiting, hoping for a phone call from a friend, or anyone. Its the sound of silence in a room full of people. Its the colors that dull after a long time and the feeling of nothing underneath your fingertips. This, this is what loneliness feels like.

You wear a mask for so long, it stats to feel real. Its not some lie used to convince others how you truly feel anymore, no. You've worn it for so long that now its apart of who you are as a person. No one can tell the difference anymore.

I'll admit I'm not okay.
I cry myself to sleep.
I can't sleep.
I'm paranoid.
No one likes me.
I don't have friend, but why would i, I'm boring and weird.
I can't keep a conversation.
I'm not that smart.
Ill never be pretty enough.
I'm pretty much useless.
Sometimes I feel like giving up.

I'm a mess that no one wants to fix...