Feeling hollow
she goes,
all alone,
down her sad,
little,
broken road.
Stepping over
cracks,
that she calls
her mistakes,
regrets.
Cars rushing,
they leave her
behind to deal.
To see,
that it isn't
Everything.
That it's really
nothing.
She knows this,
of course,
but she can't help
but feel
out of sorts.
Feeling
So broken hearted.
They crushed her,
you see,
and she just
has to believe,
that she
has the strength
to pull herself up
again.