I'm with people,
but I'm alone.
They're talking,
but I hear nothing.
I am really here,
but I feel invisible.
Their excited voices are deafening, hurting me as the pain of reality slices through my heart. They ignore me, but I can't leave.
I wish I didn't love them but I do, so much indeed.
Their existence in my life is supposed to be comforting, 
but their presence is tantamount to their absence.
At the end of the day,
it's just me alone.sad