release

she thinks to herself as her heart pounds in depression, her eyes tear for hours on end. she tells herself "i need a release, the kind of release that you can do once in a while, i need it because all though my best friend tell me to breath, i feel like i can't. i can wish for my love to sweep me off my feet, but i know it'll never come." she wipes her tear from her left cheek, and goes outside for a cigarette, knowing her love would hell at her. "it doesn't, matter anymore." she says. she's tired of feeling wrong and ugly, she's tired of wishing of the past. she hums dearly beloved, tearing even more with every note.....she finally says the word she never wanted to hear for herself..."im done"