So she sits.
And she sighs.
And she cries.
And she gives up;
She knows there’s nothing left.
Nothing left in her soul.
Nothing left in her heart.
Nothing left for her to look forward to.

She’s lost.
She’s gone.
And she knows it;
she doesn’t try to hide it.
She’s picked up the pieces too many times before;
she’s not sure if the glue will stick anymore.

She’s tired of the hurt.
Can’t you tell?
Can’t you see it in her eyes?
Can’t you see it in her smile?

She wants t0 believe, she really does.
She wants to hope.
She wants to dream.
She wants a chance at everything she’s ever wanted.
She wants just one person
to prove to her that they’re not all the same.

So she stops.
She sits up.
She wipes away the tears.
And she recovers;
she’s done it before.
She’s stronger,
she always is.

So she gets up
and moves on with her life,
Leaving the past behind her
and not looking back.