Have you ever thought about how odd it is to simply exist? You are merely a soul in a big vast world of lost souls. When you think of the world and how it is green and blue in space and you think of how it aligns perfectly with all of the other planets and you think of how there are billions of stars out there that are larger than you can fathom and then you think of yourself, a lost soul among billions of others of lost souls you just have to think: what's the point of going through this life when I am just another lost soul among other lost souls trying to find their way.

I wonder if my bus driver notices that I always listen to music and never look happy.

I wonder if my teachers notice the red lines on my wrist when I raise my hand in class.

I wonder if my parents notice that their baby girl hides razorblades in her room.

I wonder if my friends notice that their happy and bubbly friend is breaking down on the inside.

I wonder if my classmates notice I hate the way they look at me.

I wonder...

Does anyone notice?

The lights are dim as the film plays. I look at him and he looks at me. Some say we fit together perfectly. I gently rub my index finger over the rough slices on his wrist and he kisses the scars on mine. We are both broken people who picked all our pieces up and fit them together to make a whole.