A lot of us know someone like this.
She lies in her bed tonight, alone.
Wondering what she did to deserve this.
Wondering how things got to this point.
Wondering if she should dare to hope that it could get better.
What did I do wrong? Everything felt right for so long. Or did it?
Did I always have doubts? He didn't always treat me like this.
Remember that one time…? What did that mean?
Her eyes fill with tears of rage, and she curses in the darkness.
I'll be strong, she decides. I've done it before and I can do it again.
Can't I?
The silence makes no answer.
I don't even know who I'm talking to anymore.
Dark becomes sleep.
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