Another night the pillow cases are dampened by sorrow,
The endless white noise of emptiness and hopelessness
from deep inside her heart.
Complete darkness consumes her.
When will it get easier?
Where does she go wrong?
Why? Why? Why?
The great want and need for it to stop.
To be content with her reality.
Stop dreaming pointless dreams,
Wash him from her mind.
No more chances.
No one last time.
Who is she kidding, when will she finally say no?
Now? For how long?
She is weak.
Pathetic.
It will never be good enough,
Will she ever good enough?
We accept the love we believe we deserve,
Little, imperfect, forgotten, 2nd best?
No. None.
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