Lonely Hearts Reach

Because it's too hard to let the tears fall she'll just let it all go. "I was never worth fighting for" she cried and then threw herself down. Didn't bother to lift a finger. Well they're all pointed at her now.

Everybody's waiting. expecting. Watch what she'll do, she's made her bed. Can she sleep tonight?

We all know she won't. She'll toss and turn with dreams that seem to real. She'll think of all the mistakes, all the let downs, all the time she knows she broke your heart.

Keep her awake, just a moment longer. Keep screaming. Keep screaming.

It's redundant to say she's overwhelmed again. we all know she loves it. The stress. the pain. The work of it all.

Did you want to know her secrets? her stories? all the background information she's been too closed to give? She has more than you think. She has less than you think.

She once heard the term "cry-ball" to explain the blockage of emotions in the back of her throat. The sob dying to be released, the scream of utter agony that won't ever be let free. That's what this is, this feeling. This choking. choking. choking.

suffocating.

She just wanted you to hold her the right way. The way to make it all better. The perfect Way.

She wanted to love you, don't be stupid. We all know she did. She wanted to let you be everything, but forcing wouldn't work.

She's hurting again because that's what she does. Clinical, that's what she wants to tell you. She wanted to tell you.

She's reading books and letting herself go. Every action is heavy, watch her drag, watch her work, watch her wither under your gaze.

Is she shining?

She isn't anymore.