No One Knows

No one knows the things I think, the way I truly feel inside. I seem so happy, so full of life. But on the inside...I died months ago. I would give anything to have one friend in this world. I am completely alone. I have my girlfriend and her friends. That's it. Her friends are not my friends, they can't stand me. They only speak to me because I'm dating her. None of them ever text me, ever call me to see how I'm doing. They never invite me anywhere where she's not at. Sure we all talk when were together, which is every damn second since she can't be away from them for more than a few hours. We all talk then, but when I need to vent to someone about my relationship, when I need someone to hug me as I cry, I have no one. I don't know how I got to this place, but I'm sick of being alone every day. No one knows the urge I have to begin hurting myself again. No one knows how often I think of ending my life. No one knows. No one even cares to know. And they never will.