(There wasn't really a motive behind this, I just got bored and wanted to write something random.)

I never told you how I felt about you.

I'd always think that you'd eventually figure it out. I've talked to you every single day at school, whether I was allowed to or not. I've gotten in trouble many times because of it. That won't stop me.

Every single project that we're required to do, I've wanted to do with you. I'm always the first one to ask you to work with, and I'm never the first one you consider working with. I almost cried when you chose to work with my closest friend, rather than me.

Have you ever wondered about me? Anything at all? I know I talk to you every day, but do you listen to what I say to you every day?

I wish I could talk to you when I get home from school. My parents never let me do that. I sleep every night with a bruise or two on me.

I hear you tell your friends that you want someone to be close by, all the time. You say to your friends that you're joking, but I can hear the sincerness in your voice. How have you not noticed me?

I've considered giving up on you, but I never will. Not as long as I have the chance to be with you.

I beg you, talk back to me once. When I talk to you, I tell myself that the only thing that could make me happy is your reply. It never comes.

Once is all I need. Just once, and I don't have to worry.

Maybe I can sleep without injury.

And maybe I can put the knife back in the kitchen.