I want to scream

I want to cry

I want to pull my hair out

The things she says

The things she does

The way she acts

The way she needs to feed off of the attention she gets, good or bad

The way she makes everyone around her suffers

The emotions and stress she causes everyone

The lack of her own emotions for others

The selfishness that she holds

I want to leave her

I want her to go away

I will not stand for her existence in my life

I will abandon her

The young girl smiled so softly, laughing lightly, and talking with friends.

Little did they know the hurt she was feeling.

The loss was still fresh in her mind, of what could have been if she were there in time.

Despite the smile she wore on her face, she was nothing more than an empty space.

She dwelled in the past, praying her feelings would not last.

Her hopes and fears would not go away.

She could feel herself going astray.

She stopped smiling.

She stopped laughing.

There was no talking with friends anymore.

The young girl faded, having fallen to the floor.

She fell from a great height, one that was at its highest.

All the way to its lowest.

It is not often that I feel the butterflies. They fly around inside of me, filling the empty void. They are only there for briefs moments when I see him. I wish they could last longer, but they only come for those seconds I am within near him.

I know he does not return my feelings. I know that no matter what I say, it will not be anything different from all of the other things he has heard. I am nothing special.

But I also know, that I do not wish to have these feelings anymore. They are what is called, dead weight. Instead of carrying around them, telling myself that I do not have any hope. I will tell him my feelings, so that maybe I can spare myself of having said, "that could have been me," for one day it will be said.

And maybe, just maybe, I will be the one to finally be loved back, but I can only hope.

What do you mean, I am not good enough?

What makes me any different from you or anyone else here?

Who are you to say that I can not make a difference?

Who are you to say that I am not needed here?

Why do you think that I am inferior to you?

Why do you believe that I am weaker than everyone else?

I belong here.

Whether you say so or not.

I am here to stay.

Nothing you do will change that.

She smiled, her eyes lighting up.

He stood from afar, staring at her.

She stared into his eyes, losing herself in them.

He blinked slowly, wishing that things were different.

She took his hand, dragging him along, giggling.

He watched as the girl he loved, love another.

She was happy.

He was sad.

She had found the person she'd continue on to live with for the rest of her life.

He lost the person he dreamed of living a life with.

Dear Girls,

To each and every girl who has ever felt left out, abandoned, judged, or shunned. To all the girls who are lonely, who do not meet society’s standards. I am here to say, you are beautiful, you are strong, you are amazing. I am here to say, do not listen to the thoughts of others’, the words they dare not speak but they dare to think. You are worthy to be the person you are, to embrace who you are. You are more than your believe and more than you are said to be by everyone else. But most importantly you are loved, maybe from afar, maybe from your family, but there is someone out there who loves you. You may not have met them yet, but they are there, and you will find them and cherish one another.

swallowed by the darkness

he disappeared from my life

i do not know where he is

i often wonder what it would have been like

what it would have been like if he had not succumbed to the darkness

would he still be right here by my side

laughing along with me

smiling at me

but i can not be sure of that

because he chose the darkness

he chose it over me

over the happiness our future held

he gave up before he ever tried

in the final battle

between the light and the dark

it seems as though the dark has won

it did

and it won against him

i wish he had not fallen

but he did

and there is nothing i can do about it

he lost

i lost

darkness won

darkness: five me: zero

You say that I am needed.

You say that I am important.

Important for what, I ask.

You say that I am important to be used and manipulated.

You do not say it that way, though.

You word it differently.

But your words stilll hold the same meaning.

You are trying to use me.

You are trying to abuse my existence.

I am not needed.

I am not important.

I am only a tool to you.

My name is Blank. It is what I go by, because I simply do not matter in the eyes of others. I am a blank space, a space with no meaning or value. So what is my existence for then? I exist as a nobody so others do not have to, this is what I choose to do. I do not know when the lives of all men and women became unequal, there is no specific time. Thinking harder, I believe that maybe it was never was equal to begin with. No matter though, I will continue to be an empty space in the world, so that no one else has to be. Greater and lesser value groupings exist among humans, but I am here. My name is Blank and my job is to be a nothing in the stead of all humans that are said to be of lesser value than someone else.