She sits alone in a dark corner of a room, with her back against the wall. Her knees pulled to her chest, one arm wrapped around them, and the other propped on one knee with her head in her hand. She so alone in this abandoned room in her heart where love once lived. A single tear escapes her eyes, rolls down her cheek, and falls on her jeans leaving its mark. She feels a small breeze blow her hair. She slowly looks up and stares into the darkness. She knows she’s not alone in the room, or at least that’s what she hopes, so deeply for. She breaks the silence after mustering up all her strength and says with a broken and tearful voice “is it all really worth it? Is the end result of all this really worth all this pain and all the tears I‘ve cried?” She stares into the darkness and awaits a reply from who or whatever is there, but of courses she receives none. As she stares into the darkness she knows she’s staring Fate, Karma, Destiny, or whatever you want to call in the face, knowing its there but refusing to reveal itself to her tear filled eyes. As she sits there in the corner, back to the wall, knees to her chest, arm around them, head in hand, she lets out a sigh and tiny cry. Then she lets her arm fall to her knees, and lays her head down on them she cries, in her broken voice “when will it be over? I’m so ready to give up.” Again she feels the breeze blow her hair slightly, almost like a someone pushing it back behind her ear, as if destiny was trying to comfort her, and give her some faith in what the future holds. Again she cries into the lone darkness “is it worth all this? Is what the future holds for us really truly worth all this? Please answer me!” She takes a deep ragged breath and brokenly cries “please.” Then she breaks down completely. She feels her warm tears fall from her eyes, as the roll down her cheeks, a few pass over her lonely lips, but they all make their way to her quivering chin and fall to her jeans. Each tear leaving a mark, while some of the stains run together, they each still leave a distinctive mark just like all the painful breaks in her tender heart, so full of love. She waits for an answer from the person who isn’t there, but she still wishes he was and hopes one day maybe he will be. Until that day she’ll sit there in the dark corner of the empty room in her heart with tear filled eyes that no one knows she cries for they don’t see them because she’ll never show the world her pain. She’ll keep her beautiful smile and lying eyes on the outside while she’s broken inside.
