as she laid there stone cold
she looked up to the sky.
it was white..
big..
infinite..
how can someone be so small,
but their problems seem so big?
as time passed she realized there is so much more to life than the little pity things. Although she felt empty she came to the understanding this is her life.
She can't have it all.
hell, she can't even have half of it.
What she has is what she gets,
and even if she doesn't like it or understand why it's this way.
it just is.
alone is the number one feeling she has. not the normal alone but the crying in the bathroom stall alone.
The feeling of her heart shattering,
terrified to go on...
But in this moment she is alive and that is a start
