If I were a cloud, nobody would ever be able to hurt me. They would throw their punches and I would just enclose around their fists. They scream their evil words as loud as they could and the sound would be muffled by mass. I could just stay high in the sky, changing shapes with the wind and ignoring the evil world below me. If was sad everyone would feel my tears like they feel their own. If I were mad they would hear my screams as lightning struck. I wouldn't have to deal with stupid boys and stupid hearts. When I wanted to die, I would just let the wind ******* to nothing, and nobody would noticing me missing.