She

Driving down the freeway, she'd drive, far far away. Clutching the steering wheel, tears running down her cheeks. She'd see the world blur in front of her. But it didnt register, it didnt matter. The heart, her heart, oh how it hurt. How many thoughts ran through her head, but oh, how her heart, how it hurt.

She use to have a place to drive to, the road just seemed shake loose the horrible pain. As she'd reached a familiar face, she'd have driven it away.

Many thoughts, many many thoughts. For hours she thought, of all the things that she didnt want. Of all the things that she didnt really care about anymore.

So easy it would be, just to leave it all behind - how selfish, yet how relieving.

It was her, her fault, that so many people were so hurt today. So many days.

Oh how easy it would have been - How selfish.

She doesnt know where she's going now, she cant see in front of her. The fog is thickening around her, it's hard to breath. It's hard to bear.

She's breaking down, it's a disaster. Everything around her is pulling her down,grabbing at her and she can't breath.

She stops, this is it, this is the place. It's been but a few months since she'd left this place, didnt realise she'd come back, looking for the peace it gave.

Staring in to the cloudy night sky, where not one but two souls use to stand. She wipes away another tear, and tries for a deeper breath.

Being far, being alone in her already lonely world, it was unreasonable, but there was so much reason in it. So much hope.

Staring into the nothingness - she realised - it doesnt really matter - nothing does.