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Tears


Left eye, right eye Sitting in a prom dress, no longer too big- In fact, too small. Left eye, right eye Curled up on the floor not hearing the sobs- In fact, not hearing at all. Left eye, right eye Didn't want to do this and ruin a pretty gown- In fact, hoped to stall. Left eye, right eye Fell apart, fell to darkness, but it caught by the throat. In fact, she's not breathing at all.
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