Lonely

It’s the feeling of being trapped under glass just barely visible, but nobody tries hard enough to see you. To scream but not be heard; to cry, but not be comforted; to live, but feel like everyone thinks you’re dead. To be like a ghost, and fall away, forgotten, or just not noticed. It’s to be like so many people; it’s to be like me.

Person A: “Hey, are you OK?”
Person B: “Yeah... just lonely?”
Person A: *hugs person b* “I’m here if you need me.”

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