[I][COLOR="Navy"][RIGHT]What happens when you're always the one who helps people...
The one who keeps the suicidal kids here, giving them reason to stay...

...
For me...
I lost who I was...
Personally, I don't care...
But I know that others do...
And I know even if you want to kill yourself...
There are reasons you might want to stay...
I guess saying I don't care, but still helping...
Gives the wrong idea...
I've made friends by saving a life, and forever I am loyal to them...
Yet I still don't care...

I feel I'm unable to feel emotion now...
Nothing...
Darkness...
Cold... Even in the undying heat of summer...

...
I long to find someone...
Who can make me feel...
I feel like nothing but a mound of deer droppings...
I am treated like a doll...
Treasured...
Praised...
But never...
Am I held...
I merely sit on a shelf...
Looking pretty, for all to see...
I want to feel alive...
I have eyes that see, a heart that beats...
A brain thats all ways calculating, estimating...
But...
I do not have a cheek caressed by hands...
Hair entwined in fingers...
Soft lips on lips...
Nor do I have the sweet embrace of acceptance in the world...
The comfort of undying friendship...
I've have most things people in my situation could only dream of...
And yet...
It's not what I want...[/RIGHT][/COLOR][/I]