There was a boy his whole life he was always confused about where he fit in the world because one group of people told him he was the worst and made him feel like shit but would always tell him they loved him and the other group would tell him how amazing and beautiful he was but in the end always left him he never understood any of it he always tryed his best at everything he would always see other people being told they werre gifted or a good person or just being prasied for little random things he wanted that he tryed so hard to be appealing to atleast one person to be somebodys number 1 to be wanted because he was him and it never came and one day he stopped trying he looked in the mirror and relized there was not one good quality about himself he was not handsome he had no talents he wasnt a good guy everybody liked him but nobody cared for him him nobody really wanted him some people would keep him around as someone to go to when there first choice wasnt available someone to stand next to so you would look better someone who felt so low of themself that they didnt know any better then to put everyone before themself all he want was to be someones number one somebodys person somebodys somebodys he wanted to have something that was for him and only him he wanted and wanted and wanted but never got it drove him insane and one day he was gone everybody noticed but nobody cared they all got over it and moved on and the boy never got what he wanted in the end but before his heart stopped beating he realized no matter what he did nobody would ever love him the way he loved others there would never be a time where he came first he hated himself i always wonder if he ever found peace in leaveing did he find a better life after he stopped living did it help? I wonder what will happen if i do that
