A thought

. . . .Sometimes we replace those that once filled our hearts, with those that can never live up to the others. So we won't feel the same pain we once did when those who lived freely inside, left without a tear to say goodbye. These are the thoughts that cross the mind of a young teenage girl. One who fears for most? The one, whom protects herself from others, yet stands in front of the bullet for those whom deserve the shot. You may come across this thought; why does she bother with the others state of being? Well the answer is simple my friends, she knows not of any other way to live. She lives for others smiles, and cares not for her unhappiness. She feels what's the point in smiling when the world is crying? How cruel must you be to do such vile things? She has come to these conclusions through past revolutions. 17 years is enough to learn what you're used for in the earth. After use, you toss her away. When you need her again, you search for her, just to toss her again. The sick repetition of her history to be exact. She knows when it'll happen; she's learned when it does happen. Yet, she stays for it to happen she makes your job easier. Here's a thought, what happens when she needs a little dose of what she's got? When she needs help to get by through the tough days? Who will be there to comfort her, to give her the drug of love? To give her reason to keep onward and help those in need. I'll tell you what. She sucks it up hides it all. No sorrow can be shown from her; yes it has slipped from her from time to time. She is human keep that in mind. She is no robot, nor Confession booth. She is one with emotions and devastations. She goes through it alone. For whom, will comfort this lost soul? "No one!" if they ask her. Such cruel brutality of Naturally she been placed upon. Someday this vicious curse will be lifted. Someday, she'll be as normal as the rest. Someday, she'll breakdown and scream for she is just 17. Someday, she'll give it all up, no hope to give, no wisdom to share. She'll be an empty vessel. Then, just maybe she'll smile. Or if all goes to worse she'll forget all motives to her action and live on 'tiltailth. Leaving nothing behind, not a single Memory of Her existence or her kind? And will anyone mind? No, not until the reach a point of pathetic-ness, and are in need of her existence. It is then they'll see she is gone. But it won't matter even then, for they'll find the solution to their petty problems and go on. Forgetting the friend they once had. There whether they needed her or not. A friend that remained a friend, even after cold shoulders and stupid fights. Because who really pays attention to the small stuff, besides her? No one that is who, 'least none she's met so far.