The worst day(s)

The worst day of your life has no name. It has no date, it has no special marker, it serves no purpose. It just exists. But there's a memory. You can faintly remember. It wasn't the time you were struck down, your glasses falling into the puddle at your feet, or the time you dug the blade into your arm for the first time. It wasn't the moment where you learned how to cry in the silence of the night, or when the kids at school called your smile stupid and stomped on your books. No. It was the moment when you realized how quite alone you are. The worst day. When your friends started to leave you and you began to wonder if they were ever truly your friends in the first place. When someone you considered a friend, calls your parents about how you vent about them. The day you wanted to talk to someone and realized there was no one left to talk to. And of everything you've experienced it shouldn't be the worst-but it is.