Alone.

Alone.

All alone.

Exactly what I wanted.

What I thought I wanted.

Alone.

I see everyone else.

They're playing, hanging, chilling,

Having fun, making love, being happy.

They're living.

I die while they live.

Alone.

I mutilate myself with every thought.

I finger the blade at night.

Alone.

It's a precision tool

Made for slicing.

It cuts through my flesh like its nothing.

I feel the tears growing longer and deeper.

It feels bad and I care.

Alone.

The crown some fake friends put on my head.

It is the fake smile I wear before my depressed visage.

Alone.

I show people my "truth."

I give strength to them with my lies.

They thank me and love me for it.

If only they knew.

If only they knew my reality.