It mostly feels like a sickness to always want what she can't have,
To always want what's not hers.
This emptiness that fills her,
Begs that she suffers for the cause of another.
She can't seem to differentiate between the emptiness and the light, within her
It grips and shakes her.
There's so much anger and sadness that they mix and the outcome is a shade she's unsure of
All she can muster to think about is him and what he's up to and what he's thinking of or who.
Why does the void in her chest beat for others but, not herself?
Is she so hard to love, that even She can't do it?
It hurts so much
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts
To breathe and to be
To just live
To want to live
To want to live for herself
To want to live for someone else
To want
It hurts so much it's unbearable and at some point she's going to want to give up but She knows hope is going to creep onto her and beg her to stay.
Hope always holds her on a leash and all She wants, is to cut it and make a run for the exit.
She doesn't have it in her,
To allow the darkness to eat her whole...
At least not for now.