There’s a kind of pain that comes with being alone, but not just any kind of alone—the kind where you’re surrounded by people, and yet none of them want you. I suffer in silence, not because I want to, but because there’s no one to turn to. No one cares. No one listens.
I’ve spent my whole life being the outsider, the one who doesn’t belong. I’ve watched others connect so effortlessly while I sit there, invisible, like I don’t even exist. And when they do notice me, it’s only to mock me, to remind me that I’m not one of them, that I never will be.
What’s worse is knowing this isolation is permanent. It’s not a phase or something I can fix. People aren’t waiting for me to change; they’ve already decided I don’t matter. I’ve begged for acceptance, tried to fit in, even pretended to be someone I’m not, but it never works.
At night, the silence is deafening. There’s no one to call, no one to talk to. It feels like the world has moved on without me, leaving me behind in this cold, empty space. I wish someone in my life would care enough to ask if I’m okay, but they never do.
I’m stuck in this endless loop of loneliness. The worst part? Knowing that if I disappeared tomorrow, the world wouldn’t stop. No one would notice. No one would care. I suffer alone because that’s all I’ve ever known. And that’s all I ever will know.
I’ve spent my whole life being the outsider, the one who doesn’t belong. I’ve watched others connect so effortlessly while I sit there, invisible, like I don’t even exist. And when they do notice me, it’s only to mock me, to remind me that I’m not one of them, that I never will be.
What’s worse is knowing this isolation is permanent. It’s not a phase or something I can fix. People aren’t waiting for me to change; they’ve already decided I don’t matter. I’ve begged for acceptance, tried to fit in, even pretended to be someone I’m not, but it never works.
At night, the silence is deafening. There’s no one to call, no one to talk to. It feels like the world has moved on without me, leaving me behind in this cold, empty space. I wish someone in my life would care enough to ask if I’m okay, but they never do.
I’m stuck in this endless loop of loneliness. The worst part? Knowing that if I disappeared tomorrow, the world wouldn’t stop. No one would notice. No one would care. I suffer alone because that’s all I’ve ever known. And that’s all I ever will know.
