Maybe I don't cry, but it hurts.
Maybe I won't say, but I feel.
Maybe I don't show, but I care.

I sat in my room. For the first time in my life I felt completely alone. I hated this feeling and wanted it to go away, and I was only eleven... I held my tears back in, the tears that wanted to desperately come out and blind my vision.

"Why do I feel so alone...?" I asked myself in my mind. Wasn't I too young to feel this way? Wasn't I supposed to feel happy about life and not worry about things like this?

My name is Jordan Daley, and I'm only eleven years old and I feel alone. Why you might ask? Because my feelings were torn by someone. Someone I had lived with all my life. My father.