No One

Upset, venting.

Quietly wrapped in the unkept promises,

Hoping that one day there'll be someone that misses

Her laugh, and her smile, the things she no longer

Has the will to do.

 

She's burning her memories,

She's drying her tears.

No one will even see her

Walk outside.

 

Silently mumbling in an unfamiliar voice,

Noting how others had made the choice

To betray her trust and lie to her face,

And do so without second thought.

 

She's screaming her thoughts,

She's speaking her mind.
No one even sees

The gun in her hand.

 

Trembling as she lifts the weapon,

Mind set on her last betrayer.

The man she thought the world of.
The friend that was suppose to 'be there'.

 

She's reaching the final straw.

She quickly pulls the trigger.

And no one even heard her

Leave.