alone
alone
alone
alone
alone-
"Are you okay?"
I looked up,
tears falling from my eyes,
to find a girl
looking at me
with a concerned look.
I was a mess
my hair was filled with sand
and dirt
and my clothes
were wrinkled
and dirty
and I probably smelled
and it was probably 4am
but this girl
the waitress
I guess
still came up to me.
Maybe it was her job
to wait on the booth
that I was sitting at
but she asked if I was okay..
I guess
any decent human being
would ask that though
to any young girl
sobbing
and a complete mess.
"not really"
I said to the girl.
Grace.
Her name was Grace.
at least,
that's what her name tag said.
and then
she sat down next to me
and put her arm around me
and told me
it was okay to cry
to let it out.
that I didn't have to talk about it
if I didn't want to.
I found myself
burying my face
in her shoulder
and crying
and crying
and crying
even though I was a mess
even though I smelled bad
even though she was a stranger.
I just couldn't hold it in anymore
I couldn't be alone
I
couldn't
handle
this
alone
anymore
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Breathe
Poetry-Sequel to Smile- The devastation of hurricane Jordan has left Delilah Smith in a tailspin. Her sister, Daiha, is in a coma, and doctors aren't sure if she's even going to wake up. When her parents aren't working they're spending all of their time a...
