Smoke filled lungs
And self deprecation.
She sits alone in the final hour of the night,
Her mind wanders off,
To lands unspoken.
Wondering why nothing changes,
She continues on the same routine.
Creature of habit,
Like the moon and the tides,
It's draws her in.
Craving that bittersweet release,
She succumbs to
Forces unknown.
So many anwsers,
and yet she
excuses every single one of them.
Regret and despair,
Is what she carries in her eyes.
She's abandoned all hope,
For something better,
Maybe I should too,
But I became the person,
I fought so hard not to be.
The two of them would be so ashamed of me,
Though only one has no right to judge.
