Nothing At All

She draws the strength from deep within her soul and the words spout out with a cascading waterfall of tears; love shouldn't hurt this bad, there should be more happy times than sad. The burning, dampness of tears covers her entire face like an old used wash cloth; this feeling she knows far too well. Her heart aches as if it has been trampled by a herd of cattle. She sits for a moment to gather the remaining pieces of her dignity. One piece at a time she tells herself, and puts herself back together like humpty dumpty. I am garbage, such a waste; and she despises what she has become. Anger fills every crevice of her being; why did she allow herself to be hurt like this? All alone she ponders; how many times it will hurt? How long until I feel nothing at all? Then she gives herself a pep talk, puts one foot in front of the other and begins her day. With so many friends, she bares the pain all alone, frightened, and ashamed of what she's become
Skywanderer Skywanderer
36-40, F
1 Response Nov 29, 2012

very sad you hurt so bad,,