She sat alone, waiting for someone who never came. Fighting back

She sat alone, waiting for someone who never came. Fighting back tears, she gazed towards the door again, hopeful that they'd walk in at any moment. They wouldn't forget her, would they? They promised to help. They wanted to help. Right? She trusted them. Everyone else had brushed her off, told her that she was just lazy, that helping her would be 'too hard'.              They weren't going to give up too, were they? 
Alone, she sat. Her chest felt heavy, disappointment burning in her veins. She knew that she didn't matter to them either. She was forgettable. Insignificant to them, and to everyone else.