Better bitter

Some carry the world on their shoulders.
Some paint a pink world with themselves in it.
Most are somewhere in between.



More often than not, loneliness keeps them all thinking.

"Once more...
Not sure...
With her eyes almost closed,
She recalls a few words to say.
No one around... a diary to confide to,
After the long lonely day.

Wanted more...
What for?
No more cold feet nights,
(Or an) empty bed as the day breaks
She could take all the pain,
All the heartaches.

Ignored.
Now, unlike ever before...

(She) had hoped for nothing... worse or better.
She didn't know the taste of bitter."

      - in "Better/bitter", by Hyug Badox