Everyday I wake up. Most people are happy they get to see another day. I wake up wishing I hadn’t. That I can be here but not really here because that’s the way I feel everyday. When I have awoken so many days with a slight bit of hope just to be let down almost everyday. All I want is a good day. To be happy. I try to play a video game or go out in the world. I hope..I’ll meet new people or a new friend. I’m always trying. Always. I always get nothing back in the end and by the time I go to sleep yet again…it’s just me. No one to listen to me. To tell how I felt or what bothered me or what I didn’t or did like. No one to have a connection with or change my mind about anything. Just me. Left with reality all by myself. Day after day..after day…like life is beating me down and doesn’t want me here. All I want, is for someone to see me. To hear me. To understand me. To be there.