She walked into a room,
with walls painted white,
too bright for all her gloom,
but being here might be right.

On the walls are painted words,
Welcome To Reality, it reads,
her heart had been broken into thirds,
but being here is what she needs.

She sat down in a plain, green chair,
next to a taller boy who looked sad,
with dark brown hair,
but being here might not be too bad.

He smiled at her,
but only a little,
she thought of her past and all the "were's",
but being here won't make her soo brittle.

She is broken on the inside,
never happy and always alone,
she wears a smile to say i'm fine,
but being here is better and she has always known.

She wants to feel again,
something other that the endless pit of numbness,
to be happy truly and to forget all the stupid thoughts in her brain,
but being here isn't really the dumbest.

She looks around the room once more,
her eyes flickering from face to face,
and then to the door,
and she knows that by being here, it is the right place.