Never Understood
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my OC.
They never seemed to understand.
My life is not valuable.
What's another moody teenager in the world?
A personification?
Another will come in time.
I don't matter.
Nothing makes me truly happy anymore.
Not even my music.
The closest I come is when I see the curtains of scarlet fall over my arms, or hands, or legs.
Even that is starting to lose effect.
I'm tired of pain and hurt.
I'm done with suffering.
I don't want to cry or curse anymore.
Everyone likes me more when I'm silent anyway.
Even then, I'm hardly noticed.
Go on?
I've been trying for years.
Life isn't worth living anymore.
I'll be easily forgotten, too.
Half the time, no one speaks to me, or tries to interact with me.
If they do, I am easily forgotten when I leave.
So I'll be easy to forget when I'm gone forever, right?
Well, I'm leaving anyway.
Goodbye, world...you never understood.
A/N: Sorry if the formatting is weird.