Home Alone To the majority of people home is a safe place, a sanctuary. To me it's a place where I feel alone, a place where I don't want to be. I wake up in the morning and I'm greeted by emptiness that just fills my heart. I wait hour after hour looking at the clock every five minutes until my mom or dad gets home. My phones rings and I silently cry as they tell me that they are going to have to leave me home alone for another two hours or so. I wipe away my tears hiding my sadness. They ask if I'm okay, I lie again and reply with I'm fine when really I'm dying on the inside. I say goodbye and burst into tears when I end the call. #depression is my only friend and is always there even if no one else cares to know how I truly feel. No one sees the sadness within my eyes when I lie and say everything's fine.