You walk through the halls angry, sad, and overwhelmed. You look like the colour of fresh heartbreak. You hold in every tear, every real emotion is hidden behind this stern face, this mask that has no smile, did you forget what a smile feels like, even if a fake one. Nonetheless, that doesn't matter, you're in pain. Yet you hold back. You keep walking
You see this girl in the hallway just a few feet away from the bathroom, she's breathless and her face is flooded with what looks like sweat. The closer they get the clearer it is. It's the demons she's facing that have stolen her breath, that has stabbed her eyes, releasing the rivers of salty tears that flow down her cheeks. Then it hits you, go hug her, whisper the biggest lie you can think of "it's gonna be okay", let her go and watch as she disappears from your view. It's over now. All those emotions you carried just go away, you're left with nothing more than pity for the girl.Think to yourself, "her problem is much more powerful than mine, she didn't even make it so she could be alone. You did..." The world is too big and too sick for the battles you face. The world only seems to have time to swallow up girls like her. The quiet ones. It pays no attention to you. You can never go unnoticed really, I mean look at you, you're the big athlete, the honour-roll, the pretty boy, the family man, they all love you. They all love me. Im that guy, no matter how hard I try to deny it, im just that guy. I walked up to that girl, I lied to her, and then I never saw her again. The world must have swallowed her up, it erased every trace of her. I don't remember her name or what she looked like, but I do remember how broken she looked, how helpless she was. A victim of the world is what she became in my eyes. The first quiet girl I noticed. The first one I held. You know come to think of it, maybe she wasn't a victim of the world, but a victim of me. I held her, I lied to her, I let her go back into the world without actually trying to help her. I mean don't get me wrong, I looked for her, I really did. But I had no name, no face, nothing. I only had a scene, girl crying just a few feet away from the girl's locker room. She was my first victim. The first quiet girl to slip through my fingers. The first one I lost. There were so many more after her.
