It's starting to feel like a house

It's starting to feel like a house
A crooked broken home
That house that people try to avoid
Because they know is a deathtrap

But the abandoned house
That has a gloomy shimmer
Feels like my home
Because I've sneaked in, so many times

But this time, I might stay inside
Isolated from any eye
Disregarded by most
I even feel like a ghost

Inside this house, I feel so alone
Yet I don't find it strange,
Because it is just like everyday,
So I can vent my sorrows while being awake

It is all I can do, just weep
It is just me, forsaken in this house
No one's going to say, "I'm here for you"
No one's going to visit me
No one's going to greet me
No one's going to call me to see if I'm okay
No one's going to invite me to a party or to hang out

Because everyone I've met
Would eventually leave me deserted
All the "friends" I had, were actually fakes
So I will just stay, in my depressive state