Unheard.
Uncared for.
Unspoken to.
Unassociated with society.
These are the things that describe me.
I am worthless.
I am weird.
I am dangerous.
I am deserted.
I am nothing.
I have no one.
I am alone just like the rest of you.
There is no "sticking by my side".
There is no "communication".
There are no feelings when you go unheard.
There is nothing when you are just no one.

The scars on theses wrists prove my worth.
The scars prove the pain.
These razors are my only friends.
But I'm afraid of them you see, I'm afraid I'll fall back on them.
These are unwanted and unwelcomed friends.
Yet when I need them, they are there.
Why do these friends comfort me out of all?
Is this what I deserve?
The pain, the tears, the broken heart.
I am full of fear that eats me apart.
They've gotten into me and I can't stop them.
I am the definition of unwanted.
I am broken.