In a world of greatness
She felt so small
Unaccomplished
Because the world
She lived in
Wasn’t physical
It was her mind
Her thoughts
Her fears
And that was not a world of greatness
But of agony
Of words
Gone unsaid
Of empty promises
Gone unfulfilled
Of an empty soul
Not shown honesty and kindness
Of an empty heart
Untouched by love
It was her own world
Yet she was an outsider

She had seen the others having fun
w̙̻̰h͕̭̫͔̩y̟̣͖ ̭̝͕c̼o͙ṷ͙͖̮͙͙̞l̠̳̼̤̝͕d̝̹͙̘̯̼̻n͙̜̞'̖̜̗t͉̯̘̜ͅ ͕͓̬̘̫̤s̯̮h͍e̱?̯

W̰̳͍͉͚̹h͎̫̮̩ͅy͚̭̟̞̫̮ ͍̖̦d͉͉̳͙̳͇i͍͓ḏ̻ṇ͍̩̹͓̣’̼̪̙͎t͈̺͇̺̭͉ͅ ͔̮̣ͅt͇̦͈̰̬h̻̮͉̦e̝̙͔͎̗͕y̘̥ ͙̠t͕̻͇a̻̙̮̲̫̜l͉͖͓͍͙͍̱k͕̤͓͇̘̪̪ ͎̙̥̪̗͖̪t̬͙̹̦̗͔ͅo͕͕̞̪̥͍̬̼̭ ̹̙̟̱͎̬̬ͅh̯̬̤͖e̘̭r̭̲̼͈̟̯ͅ?̙

W̱̞̪̟̮̞ẖ̮͉̗͕̜̣̜̯a̺̹̣̻̠̠̥͙ṭ̱͎͙͕̩̰̫ ͉̺͓͍̹̜͚̗w̝͉̥̦̠a̝̳̘s̥̩̦͈̰ ͉̜̳̺̲̲̗ͅs̞̲͇̺̙͈̬͈̙h̭̞̳̭̪e̤̯̘ ̯͕͈̯͈̱̭̜d̩̗̠͔͉̫̺̬o̜̯͈̰̪̯͇͇i͉͎n̮̜̻͖͈͕͇̞ͅg̮͍̖ ̯̰̣̖w͖̬r͓͚̹̹̘͕̹̱o̠̞͔̳̞͕͖̪n̩̮̟͉ͅg͍̬̪̳͍̘̱?̗͈

S̪̞̰̦̦̦͙̺͈ẖ̬̰̖̞e̥̭͎͍­ ̥̲̟͎͔̳i͚̣̮͓s̱̻ ̙͕͚͙d̮̯̖̱̝̙o͚̬̦͍͍i̮̲͚̮͔͖̹̹n̠̥̗g̜̦̠̗͓ͅ ̗̭͕h̥e͉͎͓̟̳͓̰r̩ ̟̱̣̩b̞͎͎̘e̟̞s͇̻̦͓͇͈t͍̞̙

S͈͍̣̥̹h̥e̺̤̜͉̜ ̳̺̰̥͇̻̞t̮̗̻̼̫̜r̻̹̙̖̗̖ͅị̹͇̩͉̲e̩͕̜̱ș̹̝̜̥̩ͅ ̜̣̗̟͉s͔̞̠̬o̯̗̱̘͈̳̟͖ ̣̬h͈͍̠̞̲͉̲a̦̮͔̯̪̞r̰̣̥̺̗̲d͔̖

S̭̗̠̺̟̮h̝̲̻̮̮̭e̙̲͙ ̟̹w̦a̹̦̪̼̹̭̲̙ͅn̹͙͖̮̦̣ͅt̯͉s̖̯͙̮̖͙̼ ̟͙͖t̮͖͚̱̫̩̯h̹̜̖͎̩͉̰̞i͎̩̘s͈ ̟̬̙̯̻̲̩̠͔t͈o̤͔͓͉ ̖̤͉̠̞̜e͙̜͙̦̭n̼̜̠͚d̻͎̰̩̲̘̱ͅ

S̤̳̜̩͚̼h̪͖̼͕̣̝e̤̖̦̳ ̪̦̰̩͕̳͈̬c̳̹̪̼̹͉a͚͇̺n̲̱̝̣̤̬ͅ’̼̠͙̺͔͚̫̬t̝̰̫ ̼̼̦̬̥̬͙̹̼d̺o͉̳̪̠͖͖͔ ̤͖̣t̤h͖i̗̞̣̠̖͇͖s̙̭̟͓̫̘̳ ̖͔̺͍͓̬͖a̰͎̲̙͎̱̭n̥̬y̭̫̙͎̬̘̥̘m̙͙͎̘̳̫o̼͈͙̮ͅr̤͓̳̥̺̱̥̝e̺̹̦̠



It wasn’t her that pulled the trigger
But the questions
Unanswered