Silence,
Pain,
An aching need to feel something.
An aching need to feel pain.
Everything she loves is dying,
Every tiny bit of her heart is breaking,
And no one sees it.
No one cares.
She sits alone,
Most of the time,
Surrounded by thoughts so loud,
So loud she can’t drown them out.
All she wants is things to be how they once were.
How they were before he lost interest.
Before he found something else,
Everything else,
That was more appealing.