Purgatory

He wants to talk, but he remains silent.
Slowly becoming an outsider even within his inner circle.
If he doesn't speak he doesn't say anything dumb.
He hopes you'll care.
That the silence will provide a mystique.
Maybe it does, but it's a mystery not worth solving.
He's afraid to reach out, cause he can't gaurentee they'll be a hand to greet him
He's not depressed, he's just disappointed.
He watches the success of others while trying to numb his own downfalls.
He realizes that nothing happens if you don't take chances
But he's more comfortable with the rejection he does know than the rejection he could face.

He's going nowhere, and even so he's lost. He struggles for a new direction.