I've lived alone for thirteen years with my dairy and a pen...my life depended on a simple diary. I used to portray myself into the verses of the poems cause there was no one to listen to me except the four walls and dairy.....I could see my closest people leaving me like I was trash.... And all the selfish people demanding for their wants without knowing what I was going through... I had to laugh on their silly jokes just to be with them .At last, I was blamed every time for people being apart from my life and so I blamed myself for everything going wrong with my life.... I tried many things to be with reality but lastly I ended up being in fantasy which I named it as" my world " but the thoughts from there used to end myself but I was too cowardly to do that....though there were no people but the thoughts were, which never let me live in peace . Every time I could see myself as a helpless child like a Zombie .... I was eliminated from my family cause I was different from them... Nobody came to checkout either I am doing good or already lost with my life.... If I was that brave , I would have gone long ago.... I was a coward to speak up about what's going on with my life or with me to the person who could listen or I can say there was no one to listen to my story.... At last I was named as a "Zombie Kid"...... All I could do was live how I was and see them leaving me just because I was different... They were scared of my behaviour and may me with me....cause I was different from them...and so they called me "weirdo"