𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 • 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖

☹ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 ☹

"Are you okay?"
Is the one simple question I want to be questioned with.

I want someone to look me in the eyes.
Hold me by the shoulders.
And genuinely ask,
"Are you okay?"

But they won't.

Why?

Why should they.

Everyone has lonely times.
It's normal.
Yet for someone that feels it all the time.

It hurts.
Then it hurts more and more.
Until it's starts to consume you.

Like it's doing to me.

"Harry's so annoying."

"Harry's getting a bit fat."

Harry's this, Harry's that.

They never say it to my face.

And maybe

it hurts more knowing they say it

behind my back.