I'm that girl that no one seems to be interested in. The one that's always getting picked on for no reason. I'm that girl who tries to have a perfect life but yet can't manage to. I'm that girl that tries to make friends but somehow make enemies. I'm that girl that has to take actions against myself just to feel something other than my emotions. I'm that girl who loves music and wants to make a career out of it, but not comfortable enough to try. When are they going to start to notice that I'm not okay? Do they know i cut? Do they even know I exist? Do I even exist? When am I going to get better? Is anyone ever going to help me? Is anyone ever going to save me?

"You're all I want." he said, and though his face proved seriousness, his eyes spoke of all the love in the world. [Completed.] © 2015 runninglow wattpad