The Surviver
She walks with the weight of
The world on her shoulders.
No one looks her way and
No one cares who she is.
She day dreams and
Wishes on stars.
Not caring if
Anyone notices.
She looks down and
Keeps walking.
Even when she can't
Walk anymore.
She loves like
No one has loved before.
But no one realizes and
No one can tell.
She is dead inside
When everyone else lives.
Breathing and trying
But not knowing why.
There was time when
Life was an adventure.
And that adventure
Was a risk.
There was a time when
People cared.
And that caring
Was what helped her.
Now, that caring is gone
And the result is despair.
Agony and anguish
Are the only feelings left.
Love and hope
Are an illusion.
And that illusion
Is scary.
No escape and
Not a chance of survival.
No hiding and
Nothing to lose.
There is no way
To let go.
And no way
To move on.
There was a time when
Life was an adventure.
And that adventure
Was a risk.
There was a time when
Emotions ruled judgment.
And that judgement
Was what saved her.
Now, that judgment is gone
And emotions are lies.
Logic and survival,
Survival of the fittest.
Dreamer.
Lover.
Cryer.
Surviver.
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