Yesterday May Be The Best Future

She had a dream.
A good one.
There are photos of her loved ones.
And they look happy.
From three to two.
From five to four.

She was happy.

Disappointment

drowning in her own feeling, burnt.
she knows it's bad for her, but she can't help it.
can't let go.
she keeps blaming the others, she chooses to.

but it doesn't work.
so she keeps swimming in her own pool,
asking other to get her out of this.

no one cares.
no one understands.