wasting away...

inspired by intense/late night conversation. forgive me if it's completely outrageous.

she sits in her secret place replaying the day's events. it's the only place she feels safe and free from the pain she's used to. she worries she'll never find someone who will appreciate her true worth. her self-image is fading and her guard was let down for the wrong people. her words start to make no sense and she's infuriated that she let it happen again. all the love & passion she has in store continues to go to waste. she doesn't see all that she has to offer and she let's the wrong people in. "why me? why again?" she questions anxiously, but i have few words to offer. all i can tell you is that you're here for a reason. you're passionate and you have so much love to offer someone. i know you will find someone who will accept it. "what if i don't?" she asks again wiping a tear from her eye. "well, then you'd be a wasted girl, my friend."

[x's&o's]
tear her apart, rip her to pieces. she's used to it and she'll find her way out.