Suckiness

[laceblade]

I know this is bad, but it actually happened. Whatever, my LJ is an outlet, and I don't have to apologize for sucking, :P

She collapses into herself, sobbing.
Mourning, hating, losing it all.
"I can't take it any more..."
She gasps for breath.

She clings to his neck, now.
Clutching the tissue in her fist.
Drowning behind her hair.
Wretched.

I look at her,
and this sorrow, this realization
literally washes over me.
That's me, on the inside.

It's later now,
and she's staring vacantly out from his shoulder.
Her eyes are so dark.
I've never seen eyes that dark before.

When people realize someone else is depressed,
they ask "What's wrong?"
Why? Is it wrong to feel sorrow and despair?
Is it right to be happy while people are shot and starving and hating themselves?

There's nothing you can do
and everything is a rediculous cliche
and no one understands.
And there's nothing you can do, but
go on.