Everyone wants to talk. Just no one wants to talk to you.
Everyone wants a friend. Just no one wants you as their friend.
Everyone wants something material. You just want to not feel so alone.
"Alone is what protects me"
No. Alone is what drowns you. Alone is forcing your head under water you never wanted to enter.
Alone is what everyone feels. But it feels that no one feels it as passionately, but silently, as you do.
Everyone wants love. Just no one wants to love you.
They want your help, even though you've never existed to them. And they'll forget you as soon as you stop helping.
Everyone wants to help you, as soon as they see you standing on the edge.
But before and after? "Who was she?", "Who? That boy in math?"
You were no one. No one important to anyone.
No one wanted you.
They didn't want your help either.
But me. I did. I wanted all of you. But you never gave me the chance to be your everyone."
