She didn't move. The spot on the floor saved her. Her heart beat in anger. Noises blurred in the distance. Her face was smeared with the black paint she used to make herself feel something. She felt lied to. Cheated on. Neglected. Broken vases and shattered mirrors sat around her. She sat on the floor. Her face burned. He knew that and his sadistic charm worked. She gave into it again and again. Feeding his nerve. She was alone. She'd been abandoned, and neglected. Not a soul to embrace her and mean it. Not a soul to love her and give her worth. Not a soul to look her in the eyes and understand. She was alone. She stared at her shadow. It was the only one that could never leave her. It could never guide her wrong. But it was a cold companion. This one could never hurt her though. She sighed and tossed her tissues aside. She was tired of hurting. Tired of it all. Apathy sunk deep and didn't let go. Her tears stopped like a faucet, and they just burned and wanted to cry now, instead of being a destruction to her portrait she painted everyday. She shivered and crawled into the cold bed, hoping that in her nightmares they could be a bit more comforting. If not...apathy would take care of it. Serendipity had betrayed her. She was alone.
 Made27 · Sun Feb 06, 2005 @ 11:25pm · 0 Comments |
