If

lonely, my voice echoing in my ears while my mouth remains silent. No one will listen because no one cares. They ignore my being, my existence. They treat me like I'm already dead, so I try to make it come true but I'm too much of a coward. I stare into darkness, the stars providing little light as the breeze slightly blows my hair and freezes my tears to my cheaks. I never know how long I stand there until I see the sun rising and I realize the beauty of the new day. If the sun never would have rose, if I never would have heard the bird's song, I probably would have jumped.