Inside she feels so empty.
her heart is cold as ice.
the tears are all dry
like the sahara desert.
she wonders the mystery of life.
where she will go next.
the feelings for others aren’t there
and she wishes she could care
for others but
she just doesn’t feel that compassion.
to her, love is nothing but a distraction
from the real world.
nothing but worry and stress.
taking care of others but not of herself
she just needs a release.
somewhere to go and breathe.
away from turmoil and annoyance
and from people who bring her down
about her weight and telling her
that her feelings don’t matter.
she needs to learn to feel again and be one
to find who she is in this world.
she needs an escape.
her soul is trapped and needs to be set free.