Stranger

What is life, when its full of worn out places and blurry faces. Where are we exactly trying to go, when we do everything alone.

No one wanted to be around her. Many thought she had no emotions, and if she did she didnt know how to show them. Its not that they didnt like her, but she remained unknown to everyone around her.
She always looked sad, staring off into the distance. Usually she was staring into space, she was always very distant. Though many decided not to bother her, for they feared her stare. The stare that could look right through you.
Though  she seemed like a normal person. She was the type of person who stood out by doing nothing, but not in a good way. She was constantly trying hard to draw no attention, though sometimes her attempts were in vain.
She was nothing like anyone around her, the type of person you usually never give a chance to. She was always alone, trying her best to pretend shes okay when shes not. Though she had no need to hide the scars on her arms, she felt it more important to hide the scars on her heart. You cant break whats already broken.
She got tired of observing rather quickly, but her words went unheard anyway. Shaking and studdering she was nothing to the world around her. She was a stranger on the outside looking in. Her dreams were becoming nightmares in such a faceless world.

He was a shadow in the world of light. Everyone knew him, he had been there for a very long time. Though his history was known, not many people knew him personally. He was usually alone, keeping to himself. Though he said it didnt bother him when he was asked about it, but sometimes he couldnt help but feel lonely.
His emotions always betrayed him, the wrong ones came out at the wrong time. So he decided not to show any, but he still always felt sick to his stomach. Though he would respond to you, he never said more than a few words out loud.
No one gave him a chance, and he never expected anyone to anyway. He did everything on his own, barely gripping the edge of sanity. He breaks down all the time, but no one cares about him enough to wonder why. Waiting for something he didnt know what was, maybe he just wanted to feel happy. A day not to come.
He was a stranger to people, he walked alone. Though his tears were nothing but a breaking point, his blood was nothing but a weakness. He was a person with high honor, only for that honor to be pushed and shoved  by the people around him. He was alone in the world, for all the wrong reasons.
Though he got tired of pretending, but sometimes he had no choice. What option did he have? He was outside looking in, a stranger to the world around him. Though if only someone would give him a chance, he would show the world how amazing he was. Though his cries for help went unheard.

Wanna know a secret?
These people are on the verge of ending their lives. Whats the point of living life when your only living it half way. Whats the point of living life, if your spending it on your own? I hope you find these peoples grave and spare a glance, because one day you may just see, you could have saved a life. Maybe they just needed to feel wanted.