This is it. She's finally going out with a group of people. She was finally invited. She gets dressed up and joins the circle, hoping to not mess up and get uninvited. The group gets her drunk before they even leave the room. She drinks more at the party. The group appears to be helping her, but they're actually laughing and taking videos. They get her home, but then they leave her on the cold, hard bathroom floor to go back out. They don't think she remembers, but she remembers absolutely everything. When will someone care?

She smiles and utters a hello as she passes an acquaintance. She sits in her room, and her roommates don't even acknowledge that she's sitting there. She tries to join their conversation only to fail, so she awkwardly heads to her room and closes the door. She climbs into bed and silently cries. When will someone care?

She is asked if she's okay countless times. No, she wants to say. She's not okay, she's as broken as the Roman Empire. She wants to say that, but instead, she smiles softly and says she's just tired. She doesn't need their pity. They ask because they feel obligated to, not because they actually care. When will someone care?

She is crumbling to the ground without a soul there to help her and keep her together. She is constantly alone. Alone with her thoughts, those dreaded hurtful thoughts. Who would care if she got hit? Who would care if she just ran away? Who would go to the funeral? Of the people there, who would be there for her or for appearances? Who would cry? She can imagine it now, and there would only be less than a handful, outside of family, actually there for her. When will someone care?

She wonders if her friends are actually friends. Are they true friends? Will they be there when she needs them most? Do they even know how badly she's hurting right now? Can they hear her silent cries for help? No, they don't. They barely even talk to her anymore. They're all busy with their lives while she's being crushed by the weight of her's. When will someone care?

She is strong. She is real. She is fading.