She wonders where she went wrong.
Why did she do it all?
Why did she yell?
Why did she curse?
why did she refuse to trust anyone?
Did she mean it?
Of corse not.
Then why?
Maybe if she had done it all different,
Would she be where she is now?
Would she have a wall?
Would she lay broken in peicec, bleading for the world to see?
Maybe not.
Maybe she would be whole.
Maybe she would have a family that loved her.
Maybe she would finally understand the concept of love.
Maybe.
