Words.

Sacrafice

There is a story about a young girl.

She had the world in her hands and others knew it.

But she didn't.

She'd put the lives of other before her own.

Without ever considering of their lives are more precious as hers.

She'd save the life of a murderer in a heartbeat.

But only if he was a stranger.

Because, you see, she was afraid to make friends because she didn't want to have to make a decision later in life if needed.

My life or theirs.

She cared about others much more than she cared for herself.

Which has proven to be her anchor.

As she walked the hallways with her head ducked and her hands in her pockets.

She moved out of the way for anyone, often running into polls and walls just trying to give a stranger room to move.

She's lost so many people.

And not just to lost relationship statuses.

People have died in her hands.

People have lost their souls at the end of a knot tied to the end of a rope and she knew it was going to happen.

But she couldn't do anything.

But if she could tie the knot around her neck instead of theirs she would.

Because she is already dead.

The only thing in the way is a body.

She feels this way because she isn't worth it.

The time spent on her from other people confuses her.

She isn't a normal girl.

She doesn't have normal thoughts.

She is extraordinary.

But she is introverted.

She will jump in front of a truck to save anyone.

Even if that person was satan himself.

She'd protect anyone and everyone if given the chance.

But would never save herself.