Tears fall onto the page
Black ink starts to smudge
Just like the mascara
That's running down her face.
She keeps on writing
Words after words after words.
They just keep floating in.
She writes and writes and writes
She doesn't stop.
Tears are still falling
Her heart is still hurting
But she keeps on writing.
She writes to the world
About her heart
About her life
And about herself.
She wants to explain her feelings but
She can't find the right words.
So she stops.
She stops crying and she stops writing.
She stops hurting and she stops thinking.
She stops and takes a deep breath.
Is it really worth it?
