she lay on the unmade bed and stared up at the ceiling. it was the empty feeling in her chest, it was the loneliness ,that drove her to tears. it was the uncontrollable sobs that wracked her body that forced her to shift into the foetal position. time passed, the utter hopelessness continued. nothing changed other than the reading on the digital clock beside the bed. she was here, they were not. it was her fault. it was the nature of who she was that lead to this. now she feared there was no fixing it. there was no coming back from this. she will forever be alone. she destroyed everyone who tried to help her. she tries to tell herself that she wasn't always like this to ease the pain, but the reality is that she was. this outcome was inevitable. she was always going to end her life exactly like this. alone.
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Thoughts
ПоэзияJust a collection of thoughts and emotions that were felt too intensely to be dealt with on my own.
