She lays in the swallowing darkness of her room,
with the radio on,
music bringing back painfully happy and heart wrenching memories.  The boy that she loved,
shot her through the heart.  
Lyrics of songs, lyrics that hold little to no meaning to others,
but mean the world to her.  
Nothing has come close to,
easing the ache,
the pain.
Try as she might,
she can no longer conceal what is inside.
This is almost too much for her.
She doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on.