Used and regretful

by Sydney   Jun 13, 2006


She was all alone..waiting to be found...by the one person in whom she could love and trust..... Many times had she had been hurt, by many people who she thought loved her. But only used her. She thought a job would get her noticed...but that kind of job only got her hurt. Alway feeling sad, lonely, used, and dirty. All the time. Her beauty soon faded into a little hooker. But she stopped her bad habbits, and moved on. Moved on to a different place, where she was rejected, not for who she was, but who they thought she was. Now she sits, alone, and in the dark, full of sorrow....and anger.Regret.
Years passed, and she still stayed alone. As she walked, un noticed as usual, a man bumped into her. They met eyes as they walked by. He followed her back home. She wasn\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'t scared. For that night he watched her sit there, alone and still.... That night she suddenly looked at him through the window with her tear filled eyes and whispered four words, \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" you never saw this.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" And right then she lay dead. The man couldn\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'t get the mental image out of his head. He will never forget the sad eyes that met his both on the street and in the house...And never forget the beauty that made him follow her.

xoxo
~ Sydney

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