I like the little lamp.

Its light hits the coners,

Just so.

Just enough to let them know,

They are welcome,

And acknowleged,

But not enough

To harass.

The light from the little lamp is peaceful.

Warm.

A soft touch of a friend,

Lightly touching your shoulder

To wake you from sleep.

It isn't like the big light at all.

The big light is overbearing.

Harsh,

And blinding.

A loud scream in your ear,

So unlike the hand laid softly

On your shoulder.

Yes,

We are friends.

The little lamp and I.

Soft and kind,

Small and mine.

Warm and reliable,

With just the right,

Amount of light.

What a pleasant,

Little lamp.

dear people,

dear the broken-hearted,

dear the injured,

dear the abused,

dear the insane,

dear the hated,

dear the dreamers,

dear the unpopular,

dear the different,

dear people,

you are gorgeous,

you are wanted,

you are cared for,

you are needed,

you are lively,

you are strong.

you are loved.

Look at how beautiful they are.

I wonder what they're thinking.

What secrets lie beneath? What lies they have told? What imperfections do they have?

Do they know their own beauty? Probably. They probably admire themselves above anyone else.

Did they just look back at me?

No, they don't care about you.

Yeah, probably; I mean, why would they?

I wonder what they're talking abou-wait a second, was that my name I heard?

No, they would never want to talk about a loser like you.

Yeah, probably.

They're turning back to me! Maybe they want to talk to me, we could be friends! We-

"Can I borrow a pencil?"

Oh. "Sure"

We brushed hands, but I guess that's it.

But was that really it? They only wanted a pencil?

Well, I guess they didn't actually want to talk to me.

Afterall, why would they?

I'm a freak, a loser, somebody who no one cares about.

Why would someone so beautiful want to talk to me?

(Just a heads up this isn’t me. But I’m talking about a real person.)

That doesn’t seem like her

She used to be happy.

Now depressed?

Suicide thoughts?

Almost went through with it?!

Why is this happening?

I love her to death.

I guess that’s why she wasn’t answering my texts.

Now I know.

She needs extra love.

If she went through with it I would be so sad that words couldn’t express my feelings.

Now I want to see her

I need to see her.

I love her to death.

Now I know.

Her personality is not that way

It doesn’t describe her.

I’m glad I know.

She needs extra love.

Needs help

Support

Encouragement

I wish we lived closer to each other so I could give her hugs. Kisses.

I’m scared for her.

She’s scared. I

She told me.

Admitted it.

We are close but distance between us interferes.

Me stomach has butterflies in it.

I'm scared.