Silent.

Her face is sore from wiping the tears away,
because she knew that everything
would soon
mean nothing.

And the words
"I don't know why I ever trusted you"
scream at her over and over again,
and all she can see is his face.

As she lays there
she allows each conversation they had
echo through her memories,
refusing
to let them slip away.

Looking in the mirror,
now
all she sees
is a corpse.
Filled with sinful thoughts,
that would make her mother cry.

But she takes it in,
Welcoming this feeling to
consume her.

Until she is nothing.

Until everything is nothing.

And she can be forgotten.