Stand alone to be alone. Concetrations of different emotions. Confused, yet so aware of whats going on. Wishing for the truth instead of lie, yet knowing the truth on the inside. Loveable to no end, but loved ot by anything. Dead like a flower with extravagant beauty. Having feelings beyond compare, but still unable to repair. Her soul is dry, her heart cracked. All she wants is someone there. She likes someone, but if they knew how her heart so true. She is alone, all to herself, wishing for someone to care. You can still find her every now and then. She stands at the end of every thought, and waits at every lie. She is here.
