Why is it, that just about everyone gets rid of their problems by using violence?

I feel like I'm just taking up empty space, cause everyone just ignores me and wants nothing to do with me.

No one sees me, for I live in the shadows.

Days, hours, and minutes go by, yet I still can't find a way to tell how much you mean to me, for you have made such an impact in my life.

She wears black because she's always in mourning.

The ground is stained with blood from the wars, the fights, and the massacures; of our past.

When he walked away her world crumbled around her.

Where do you go when you've lost everything?

I won't be held down by who I use to be, she's nothing to me.

You'll never know how your words have haunted me.