What is left.
Everything is spinning.
I am broken on the floor.
This is only the beginning.
The rest is nothing less than it was before.
I see you in my imagination.
I go to that place all the time.
To me this is a true test of patience.
Sometimes that can be the worst kind.
The world around me it breaks.
All that remains is my shame.
I cannot seem to shake this constant ache.
I have no one left to blame.
Time after time I find myself fleeing.
Looking for that shortcut in life.
I do not think of who I am hurting.
I am just playing the game to survive.
This burn within me will not die.
I search for a soul like mine.
I reached but I get denied.
I am desperately trying to shine, all the while feeling lackluster inside.
written by: Kelly Edwards
"She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world"
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