Why imagining is bad

I'm sitting here

On my bed

Thinking 

Crying

Imagining

Maybe I shouldn't be imagining 

That is what cause my pain

* * *

I see them walking in the hall laughing together

5

He ignores my calling

4

He hugs her how he used to hug me

3

They part their ways

2

He stares after her

1

I'm done

I drew my first lines

They were pretty, nice, and neat

I look up

See my reflection

Funny how pretty I am when crying

Prettier than i ever was

I see pain

Scorching hot pain reflect back at me

My eyes glazed over with tears

I look down

Bleeding

They are so perfect

I can stop when i want

But can I really?

This is why I can't imagine

The image of him

Of her

Has been burned into memory

Its repeats over and over

So i repeat my drawing over and over

Help

 

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

your words are deep and expressive. you have taking the reader into your broken heart and let us see through its lens. I'm sorry for your loss.

[Meredith Grayson]

Wow. Lisa, this is so good. The emotion like omg! I can feel your pain in this. Just WOW!