The Tightrope

As silent tears fall she’s alone. And trying to find answers. Is there any hope left? Is there a reason behind the pain? The hate, the hurt, the fear? Yet the only answer she receives is the bitter silence she deems as meaning hopeless. And she believes it. Helpless. Hopeless. Worthless. Useless. She believes it all. That the light she sees at the end of the tunnel is only but a fire left by others such as she. That its only shortly when the flames burn out and again its dark and cold leaving nothing but disappointment. She’ll continue walking, walking the tightrope. And if she falls? Its over, she’ll be gone. That maybe, things might be better once she finally falls. And she believes it all.