The girl

There was this guy that have insecurities, whenever he have someone he is interested in, he played safe. just like many others, he don't want to get hurt. he is fun, humor follows wherever he goes. yet he doubts himself each and every single day. this girl came along. she is cheerful in her own ways, daring without limits. for her, she just hold on to what she could. after times and times of being abandoned by different people, she got used to it. even though when it happens again, it is like a dagger stabbing her once again. she just never stop trying. so she confessed countless of times to this guy. however, she grew tired, and felt that she was just another option to him, never a choice. All the negative thoughts filled her head once more. all the past experiences that tore her apart. the painful lessons the ones that torture her in her sleep, when she's alone. then, she soon fell into deep depression and died. Anyway, it never seemed like the guys fault. Cause it was the thoughts in the girl's mind that drove her crazy. She had the fear of being unloved and felt she was never worthy of anyone. Sinking so low every single time just to be treated as a brother or just a friend. Rejected countless of times hearing things like,"but I don't like you." And "thanks that nice of you." Never getting the answer she wanted. Left hanging time after time, used as a toy without complains. After this time, with the guy playing safe all the time. She gave up. She found no meaning in doing anything anymore. Took up the razor blade and drew thin lines across her wrist. Followed by, thick red blood appearing after the drawn lines. The last thought she had through her head was, "it ain't gonna hurt anymore, not mentally, not physically, not anymore.."