Lonely

I have thought that i have a lot of friend surrounded me but i am wrong. When i am down, no one is noticing me.  I look tough, but my heart is as soft as a piece of paper, easily tear off. I look happy always, but my heart is bleeding. I look tire, not that i am hardworking to study or play game, that is because i am losing my way. I talk too much, not that i am excited to show-off. I look fake because no one is understand me. I hate to answer the call and reply the message. No greeting and no care, just asking for something.

Sometime my friend like to complain to me about their feeling and I willing to listen to them and keep the secret. Then, who will keep my secret? My brain memory is full with sadness. If there is a “delete” button, i will shred and permanent delete the sadness.

My closely friend, do you notice my existence?