“Go away.”

Yes, it was another normal day. Being told to go away, being cut out of the group, getting odd stares, and hearing people whispering about me. No one here is my friend. I don’t have friends. I lost them. Addiction took over one’s life, cancer the other, depression another. It was pretty shitty. One so-called “friend” was so blinded by love; they left me alone in a corner, wishing I were dead. Why? Why must everyone in my life leave, never to return? I hide in a corner and cry, praying that someone will have mercy on me and end it all. Please, someone just end this, end my life, end me. I can’t take it anymore. I’m hated but many. I’m not loved by any. No one understands the mask I wear. No one thinks something could be wrong. I have them all fooled. When my mask cracks, what will I do then?