She is hurt.. broken away

May 10, 2011
By , Battle Creek, MI
Hairs a mess, clothes are baggy, eyes are red, make-ups smeared, black writing is on arms; and then you walk in, with that same old grin and the lights are no longer dim. "You shouldn't be here," but as I look there's a tear on his face. He starts to pace, back and forth; back and forth... And I can tell he's nervous, and I become curious. Nothing... The room is still silent. Why did the smile vanish? "Please, tell me?" Then, a flow of tears fall from my eyes and slam on the wood floor. "What?" I whisper as my body quivers. The pain starts to drive through my veins. My arms are chilled to the coldest degree. My limbs no longer hold feelings. He gives me one last breathless look and then slowly walks out the door. As my chest tightens, I fall to the floor and wish I would descend away. I take a glimpse at my arms and then it hits me... I'm alone and my shattered heart is no longer whole... I'm broke in pieces lying on the floor.

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