Young Writers Society

Nobody

The words blur, beneath my eyes, tears falling like raindrops.

Ink mixing with the page, like night and day.

Like a flood spreading and devouring anything left.

The ink leaching out onto the pages, like a war that can never be won.

Flooding the pages with my tears, all throughout the years.

Changing the pages into something horrid.

Drowning the words, just like my sorrows.

I can taste the saltiness, like a sea breeze hitting the air.

The pages are my life, written out in front of me, damaged and destroyed, just like me.

I am nothing, a nobody

Always second, since the first breath.

I am the wasted expendable girl, that nobody knows.

I do not exist as far as anyone concerned.

I am the extra breath you have to take.

The extra strands on a string.

Like the words on a page, like a book that’s never finished.

Because I am never good enough.

Stuck in a life I shouldn’t have.

Why am I alive?

Why am I here?

What am I?

Nobody knows.