The wine reflected the light off the lamp as she swirled the last little bit in the glass. She was feeling so very sad this night and it made her want to drink deeply to deaden her heart. No more feeling the pang of being pushed aside. No more feeling the pain of being looked at as a freak. Perhaps after this wine was gone she should just go. Be done with it all.
She was drowning but nobody saw her struggle. Dragged under the dark waves of her sorrow that she had to hide with smiles all day. Always lifting others up out of their dark waters while she was left to drown. She had not strength left in her at all.
Yes. it was time to give up.
No song made her feel any better for any song she listened to did not soothe her soul it only reminded her of those who chose others than her.
The words of longing crooned in the songs, the words of loss were never for her, they were always for that bitchy woman, that young woman, that woman who danced on tables while she sat in the corner and watched.
When would someone fight for her?
When would she be SEEN for more than a moment?
So tired of being turned away from by everyone.
Talking and no one is listening.
Bleeding and no one cares.
Dying and no one mourns.
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