Thoughts From a Different World

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"How could you"

"Why can't you just do this,"

You don't see it.

Tears, everywhere, down my cheeks in my hair on my clothing. Streaming down to the ground.

She doesn't see it.

"Why can't you? Is it that hard?"

Clothes, sticking to my wet skin, the tears never stopping.

Nothing.

No response.

Me, standing, waiting, for nothing to be fixed.

The look of frustration, the look of the disappointment, she sees nothing in me.

It's crashing down, the walls, the home.

Crumpling of the rocks, as stone comes down slowly, the furnishings crumpling into dust. Over and over, the yelling, the screaming, the crying.

My clothes, all wet, from the tears, the screams, the pleading.

It's all down, the stone walls, the pressure it has held on me for the longest time.

She still doesn't see.

"Nothing? That's what I deserve?"

The tears still streaming down, my clothes are heavy, clinging to my body.

The images pouring in, overwhelming me.

The times where I could've done better.

Where I have been tired, I could have tried.

My legs fall to the ground, my hands feeling numb.

Not wanting to continue.

"I pity you, I really do,"

The cold, taking me, to a place where i'm lost and confused.

The words consume me, bring me to my worst.

It's worth nothing.