How selfish of her
To ache in a life so full
To find darkness in rooms
Made of glass
How ungrateful
To be handed the word
And find herself
Searching for a new one
She has recited the words
Until they no longer sound as they once did
An explanation rehearsed
Millions of times
Caught in a web in her throat
And oh how she hates herself
For not being able to break this spell
How thoughtless can she be
Making a tragedy from a normal Tuesday
Turning love to worry
Kindness into guilt
And every unanswered question
Another penny in the jar
How unstable
So angry that surviving
Has become another obligation
Drowning in the burden
Of being brave
What a terrible thing
To make the people you love
Watch you disappear
Into pieces,
And never having the words
To explain why