i'm alone again and who would have thought that i am still the kid everyone left and forgot? but at least my bed [bad word] so i guess that i am too. i'll wrap myself up in blankets and in thoughts made of you. and things could get so much better and so much worse. and i guess i'll see which [bad word] first. but for now i only know it hurts. please don't look at me like that, like you know me as a fact. because i am more than the kid who just sits in the back. whose voice is never heard; who never speaks a word. because i am more than the fact that i'm so insecure. you don't know me at all. you're a friend that never calls making small talk so small. we're not different, just tall. if there's one thing i've learned in the books i have read, if there's something left to say than it's better left unsaid.