Virtually Blind
She looks out her bedroom window
A tear rolls down her bruised cheek
Her hands are tightly wrung in each other
Painfully rubbing her scars and wounds
She’s curled up against the corner of the abandoned room
She doesn’t utter a word
But all that races through her mind is
WHY?
Why Me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Her thoughts shift back to the day they first met
Sheepish smile, strong arms and a soft voice was all it took to captivate her
Too bad she couldn’t see behind the the skin, behind his looks and promises
To just see who he really was and what he really wanted from her
But it was too late
Too late to think twice
Too late too to turn back
All she can do is cry and feel sorry for herself
Seclude herself from the outside world and just ask herself “Why?”
The only thing is
There isn’t an answer
The only thing that one can say is
“All that glitters isn't gold”
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