A loud explosion,
Followed by
Deadly silence.

Both sides still
Fuming, hurting,
Believing they are right.

Two worlds
Torn apart
By a few awful words.

Their child left alone
Crying in the dark,
Their love forever gone.

I don't know why this is bugging me so much.

Maybe it's the fact
That I have to be so
Vulnerable.

I don't even have to talk about myself that much.

So why am I
So Scared?

It's just a silly little essay.

I don't want anyone to know.

That I'm not okay.

Because
I
Will
Be.

I just need a little more time.

Hurting.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

I don't know if what I've been doing is "healing",

But one can hope.

But I guess I have to come to terms with it.

It doesn't have to be so bad.

I don't always have to be waiting for someone to save me.