Trapped

It’s easy letting go of words.

But, then it comes from the people you share

Blood with it hurts, she says.

It’s like being stabbed in the chest fourteen

Times.

I don’t get it, I don’t get it!

The girl, who is not afraid of anyone or

Anything, is crying right now.

She walks in a path full of tears.

She walks in a path of sorrow.

Someone who I admired from afar is crying to

Me.

How is that possible?