She just sat there.
She didn't want to do anything.
She could open social media.
She could watch Netflix.
She could play a game.
She could write.
But why would she?
Why couldn't she?
Why couldn't she move?
Why couldn't she just go do work?
What if she didn't want to that.
What if she didn't want to do anything.
What if she felt that doing something didn't feel right
. Why didn't it feel right?
Why did nothing feel right?
No matter what she tried, it didn't feel right.
She just wanted to sit there to pass the time.
Pass the time until she got to the good part.
The part where this feeling wasn't there.
But would that ever come?
Would that time ever get here?
Because she's been waiting but nothings coming.
Nothing good has happened.
She waited.
But nothing came.
Would anything ever be at the end of this long wait?
Would someone be waiting for she at the end?
Or will it just be death waiting to collect she at the end?
Why did she feel this way?
And even though she wrote about it, she mood still wouldn't change.
Why wouldn't it change?
Why couldn't it change?
Is it a form of protecting she from everything else?
Did she just want to say in a place that felt like nothing to try not feel something worse?
Or was she over analyzing sheself?
And when she would eventually talk about it to someone would they also think the same?
Did she even know what she was writing?
Was this helping?
She now wanted to melt away
But not in a way where it would kill her.
She wanted to melt into the ground and stay there till the time was right.
Til things were better
Til she was better
What was she doing
Why was she writing random words that she felt
That she wanted to say
But who would listen
Who would be there to listen to the random shit she wanted to say
Is anyone there
There are some people around she but would they want to listen to what she was writing
Would anyone
Anyone
Someone
But what did she feel now
Why can't she just pin point what she was feeling
What was she trying to do
Maybe she was writing to try make sense of it all
Maybe she wanted to tell someone but couldn't
Not because they wouldn't listen
But because she couldn't put into words what she was feeling
Did any of what she was writing make sense
How could she know
Nobody was around to read it
Nobody
Was that she fault
Was she a bad person
Or was she overthinking again
Was she isolating sheself so she thought she was lonely when in actuality she had people around she
Did the line she just wrote make sense
How could she know
How could anyone know
How
