she
she sits staring at the blank luminencent computer screen. she wishes for an answer, a vivid response to the sadness she is feeling. gut wrenching sobs, wrack her tired frame, as she looks around in the darkness for someone to hold onto. she finds no one in the shadowy depths, as the tears fall from her cheeks onto the keyboard. she sits there, concentrated on feeling, hoping that a response to her fears will be sent. all she has left, is this moment. the moment between her comment being pushed out of her soul, onto the message of her heart. but all she gets, is nothing. not even a remorseful response reaches her eager spirit. all she gets, is a blank canvas, an empty screen. the rain falls against her cheeks, as she sits there, pondering on what she did wrong.
as she sits there, she wishes again. for someone to love her unconditionally. she dreams of the day when she can openly express herself to everyone, instead of hiding behind a mask, a facade of who she truly is. all she wanted was to feel, but the feelings she has are ones of sorrow, of fear, of dispair. she wishes for the feelings of love, hope, and understanding. but all she recieves in return is a loss of self.
as she sits there, she wishes again. for someone to love her unconditionally. she dreams of the day when she can openly express herself to everyone, instead of hiding behind a mask, a facade of who she truly is. all she wanted was to feel, but the feelings she has are ones of sorrow, of fear, of dispair. she wishes for the feelings of love, hope, and understanding. but all she recieves in return is a loss of self.