tortured soul.

she lays there.
with no one to talk to.
she wonders what life would be like
if she hadn't done it,
she wonders what people think of her,
or if she even cares anymore.

she can't speak.
she can't see.
she can't hear.

the only thing that keeps her alive is one person,
the person who changed her life forever.
the person who was always there.
the person who never gave up on her.
the person who made her change her mind about herself.
the person who kept her alive.

she worries.
she worries about what he thinks of her.
she is un-noticed.
un-mentioned.
she begins to wonder if he even knows shes there.
she is like a stone.
a stone that nobody sees.
a stone that everyone steps on.
but doesn't care.

she used to be the one he saw as beautiful.
caring,
loving
and passionate.
the one he cared about.
loved...
once.

but for today she isn't seen.
isn't heard.
isn't talked about.

its as if the whole world shut off on her.
nobody cares.
nobody notices.