*Casper's POV*

I woke up this morning cold, and lonely...I hate feeling this way, and people have started to notice my weight loss... I walk into school, and notice how many people stare at me...Their eyes question, and in my mind they're judging me on how I look... How my hair falls, looking dead and unhealthy...How my jeans slide off my hips if I'm not wearing a belt...How I always wear long sleeves no matter what time of the year it is...I see people watching and wondering... They question why... But the only thing that they don't know, and that they don't see as they watch, is that inside, I'm screaming for help... I'm wanting someone to ask what's going on and why I do this to myself, so that I can spill my guts and let my demons run free... But my demons are on the inside, and I can't escape the feeling that I always want to meet my untimely demise... I see my best friend, staring at me and wondering why I never talk to her that much anymore and why I don't tell her what is going on in my life that is making me feel and act this way... No one will ever understand how I feel, and no one will ever understand that I am exhausted because I fight the demons in my head all night long, and all day long and people don't realize how hard it is to do what I do every single day...No one will begin to understand and comprehend what I am going through because they don't know the struggles and they don't know what it's like to be me... They don't think that I have enough to be depressed about, but in all reality, I am drowning in my sadness... And at this prison, I am stuck under watching eyes, that will never understand what it's like to be me...