She wanted to cry into someone's arms.
She felt like screaming.
But no one would hold her.
No one would hear her.
No one would scare her demons away.
Because no one cared.
At first she'd thought it was their fault.
All of them.
But maybe she had to stop blaming others for mistakes she had made.
She was the one pushing people away.
Maybe it was a test.
To see if people would follow her, be faithful, loyal to her.
It was a selfish act, but maybe she didn't care.
Too many people had been ripped out from her, and she never wanted to feel this way again.
Torn apart, broken, lonely.
She wanted to be sure her friends couldn't be ripped out, or wouldn't run away from her.
But it failed.
Every. Single time.
And alone she felt.
And alone she was.
All alone.
People were all selfish, weren't they?
So it made sense that they'd let her go.
They were selfish, too.
But now she had had enough.
She could not take anymore.
She was tired.
Tired of being alone.
Tired of being left out.
Tired of pushing people away.
Tired of being angry.
She needed real love.
She used to be called sunshine.
But she felt like a shadow.
She had walked in the light and now she experienced darkness.
It was dreadful.
She wanted to run and catch up with the ghost of sun she once was.
But she was tired.
She didn't feel her body anymore.
She was just an idea.
An idea of love, an idea of what her life should have been like.
An idea, a heavy weight.
She dragged herself around, knowing she needed someone to figure out what kind of distress she was in.
Knowing she needed someone strong enough to lift the weight off of her.
She waited.
And waited.
And it dawned on her.
Humans needed each other.