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She looks up and asks herself Why? Why me? Why did this happen to me? She erupts with shaking Again Tears flooding her eyes Again This is just another Memory Her tears Are hidden memory marks That have fallen and disappeared In the ground Or dried up paths upon her cheeks These are the memory marks No one hears about or witnesses So once again She lays in this spot Like its an unknown historical mark
She stands up, her legs shaking Runs and slams the door open Runs til she's tired Runs til she's far She drops to The wet grass She lays back No more strength left In her once Bright, loving self Now, just a broken Heart and empty Shell Empty and Hurt She wonders if that's Even possible But she feels Even more For, these two words Are nothing but An understatement They don't even begin to describe How they feel and To the extent of how much it hurts She lays never knowing How much losing somone Could feel this way When will it end? She stays numb Rain falls, cold hard rain Falling from the dark sky The drops hide the tears Looking as if she wasn't hurting But gaze at her eyes and pain flashes Through them, a story of it's own
Written by: Me
Hidden Memory Marks
