She sits alone

and cries….

She’s getting to the point

where she doesnt bother…

to dry her eyes.

She’s getting used to

coming in last…

She forgets how wonderful

things were in her past…

She’s trying to move forward

but is stuck looking back…

But looking ahead is

hard when there’s nothign to look toward..

She’s getting good

at pushing others away…

But is lonely

when no one seems to stay…

2/11/11