Small stories with deep meanings.

Alone again.

It happened again. 

She was alone. She had no one to be with.

She wanted them, but they didn't want her.

She hated that.

She hated that feeling.

She told them, they laughed at her.

They really laughed at her, was she some sort of joke?

Were her feelings funny?

Maybe they weren't as perfect as she had thought.

But that didn't matter.

It didn't matter how many times they would hurt her.

She'd still keep running back to them.

It wasn't fair.

Did she deserve this?

She just wanted someone,

No, not someone.

Them.

She just wanted them to love her.

Tears streamed down her face like little waterfalls as she watched them fall for someone else.

So, she tried changing herself.

She changed herself so much to the point she didn't know who she was.

She laid down in the kitchen, blood all over the counter and floor,

Dead.

They, yes they cried at her funeral with the burning feeling in their throat.

Did they love her now?