She twists in agony.
mascara, now forgotten, streaks her hollow cheeks.
She snorts between whimpers: at herself.
Pity, incredulity sometimes.
Every person pointed towards self-sacrifice.
Yet, she wanted to indulge in herself.
So many heartbreaks,
She mused over the statistics.
wanting to believe that her pain is unique.
But its not, she mused.
Loss was all she knew,
yet every third person, lids down, was shedding the same tears
that she claimed her own.
She pulled the sheets closer,
her smile, maniac.
As she hummed to herself...
Pull your act together,
Just...don't rhyme when you whine!