It was getting better,

 

But it was never really over.

 

The wounds that she thought were closed became ripped open,

 

The stiches she thought might heal someday,

 

Immortal.

 

In a room on her own, in the house, in the world she created for herself.

 

“No one would notice”,

 

She tells herself to continue in this race she can never win,

 

But what is the prize?

 

She flushes it away.

 

It didn’t happen if no one believes it.

 

It won’t happen again,

 

In the world she created for herself,

 

In the world she will enter every night,

 

On her own,

 

It won’t happen again,

 

But it did, and it will.