Empty

"Harry, here is your lunch honey!" Said the same boring and fake voice I hear everyday. I don't turn around but manage to grunt out a sad & depressed "thanks." I hold my nose and eat the only reasonable thing, bread and butter. I shove the rest of the mush under my bed and let out a deep sigh. I stare at the blank white walls and think about my life, I think about what is wrong with me. I try to cry but there is nothing left in me. I am invisible, I am empty.