Loneliness is the type of boy that eats in the bathroom during lunch so people don’t stare at him as he sits alone in his dark clothes and slit wrists wondering when someone will care; wondering when someone will talk to him. Wondering when he will be normal. No one notices him, not even his family. He’s like a shadow that everyone sees but no one pays attention to. He’s the king of the outcasts. The one no one really knows. The one with a thousand secrets and no ear to listen. He stares at the people that crowd him in the hallways of the empty school but no one looks back. No one sees him looking. And no one hears him listening. Listening to their secrets, their dreams, and their nightmares. Even the teachers don’t listen. They look through him like he’s not even there so they can pick on the more popular kid. After all there’s no way an outcast like him could be smart enough to answer. Someone like him isn’t worth the struggle to talk to. No one cares and no one will ever care.
When he goes home he hides in his room blaring sad songs trying to avoid the temptation of going out because he knows they won’t hear. They won’t hear when he speaks. They won’t see when he moves. And they won’t feel when he’s gone. He’s invisible. No one would care if he left, no one would even notice. He could leave anytime he wanted and no one would know. No one understands it. No one can feel the emptiness inside of him, but he feels it. He knows what it’s like to be misunderstood and misread. He knows what it’s like to be the only one sitting at the table surrounded by people. He knows what it’s like to feel like the only person in the universe surrounded by better creatures. He knows what it’s like to stay up late every night crying and wishing he was someone else. Someone noticeable. Someone that can be heard. Someone who could laugh and smile. Someone that was happy. That’s all he has ever wanted, just to be happy. He sees couples and friends laughing and smiling together everywhere he looks and he knows he’ll never be like that. He escapes into books and music trying to drown out the cheeriness around him, but it’s never enough. His life will never be good enough to be that happy. No matter how hard he works or how much he wishes he had it, he’ll never have their life.
  He sits alone everywhere he goes. No matter how many people are around him, he’s always alone. From the time he lays his head on his tear stained pillow to the time he wakes up in the morning he can feel it, it’s the dark cloud that follows him everywhere he goes. He wonders what it is that pushes people away from him. Is it his voice? His hair? Or even the skin covering his body? He doesn’t have a reason. All he knows is he is alone, and always will be.