Her mind is racing endlessly.
Always wondering what she could have changed,
What she could have done
What she did
And what she did not do
What she said
And the words she longed to say but never spoke.
Her emotions crowded her,
Left her heart scattered
And she felt lost.
Confused as to why she was the unlucky one.
The one who was always abandoned,
The one who was unloved
The one who so desperately needed to be loved.
She was loved, once.
By someone who gave her the world.
And when she left,
That world disappeared.
Now lost to a faded memory,
And an empty world where she lays.
Her crazed and floating feelings were ones of insecurity.
She needed someone to paint her beauty,
She wanted someone to write of her,
To dream with her.
And she longed for the type of love that people question:
“Does such a thing exist?”
“Is there something, someone out there for me?”
For a while, she could not find light.
She was encased in a darkness of bottled up feelings.
Feelings that drowned and suffocated her.
Feelings that left through a horrific, painful cry.
Three days.
Three days in which she was gone from this world.
Empty and numb.
She did not leave the house.
She did not answer her friends.
She simply laid as if she were six feet underground.
She stopped running and let the storm take her.
Let it drown her for a little while.
And though it took some time,
The storm ceased for a split second.
And in that split second, she knew she deserved better.
To be better to herself,
To not let others affect her,
And she said,
“I'm going to be okay.”
-Mia Almonte
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