Hollow

What is life...really?

Every day she lives,
remembrance of the past,
assaults her.

When she loved life,
and life loved her,
she was happy.

When her heart was
free to love at will,
she even laughed.

Her laughter echoes now,
through the desolate halls,
of her old school.

Rebounding,
mocking the emptiness
inside her heart.

Such pain, to much for a
teenager to bear
gracefully.

His deathly face,
follows her every move,
incessantly.

She feels pain, everywhere.
The hurt inside,
Unbearable.

There is no end in sight.
The light, is so close and,
Painless...

Life is like a pipe.
From the outside seemingly solid,
But simply turn it...
Hollow.