The broken, the loved

She can’t help it.

She can’t fight it.

The face that stares back at her in the mirror.

She wishes wasn’t there.

She yearns for it to be someone else.

He doesn’t know why.

He doesn’t want to show it.

The marks that decorate his skin.

He hates them for what they did.

He wants them to go to hell for it.

They walk in the halls

They dropped the old ways.

The clothes that define who you are.

They make you run, hide in this hell.

They are the ones.

Everyone wants the feeling.

Everyone needs the want.

The love that dances on our lips.

Everyone falls for it.

Everyone can’t get enough of it.

No one loves you.

No one befriends you.

The unknown body that roams.

No one questions you.

No one notices your not there.