Her eyes grew empty, two black holes
filled with numbness, self-imposed.
The hurt that came, that always came
She knew she couldn't survive the pain.

So, what was myth, she told herself,
was truth so far as she could help.
And what was truth and plain to see
was out of sight, was history.
shannonymous shannonymous
18-21, F
Dec 9, 2012