her thoughts often left.

her hopes fizzled out. to nothing.

reality is questionable.

why bother?

who knows?

her fingers pick at the scabs on her knees.

no sensation. no pain.

the world is gray. dark. empty.

draining.

draining. so, so draining.

tears dried up long ago.

empty. not here. not there.

nothing. no one. nothing.

is there a purpose?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s