Thoughts?

She Wasn't

They were wrong..
believe me they were..

She hope for them to find reasons.. reasons on why she hid so many things about her to them. How she hid her wounds and pain with a smile to ease their own terrified mind.

How we watch her bleed and breath heavily against the wall, staring at the eyes of her torturers with no fear. We hear her whisper to the people who she hid her true self from for forgiveness on deceiving them.

We watch them scream at her with hatred and disgust as they argue with her about the things she keep, things that were too painful to watch and bare for us that was with her within those moments.

We remember asking her why she hid those chaotic moments of hers from them but not us, she told us because we saw and heard it from what those monsters done.. that she has no more reason to hid them once found out.

How she beg to us to stay silent on such things, to avoid throwing the truth to other people faces. She wish to keep it appearing to the light, away from their eyes.

YET

We want them to know, how she lay there in the early morning with such dull eyes. Such lifeless that we rarely see, unmoving and so still.. blinking ever so slowly as the tiredness and chaos that the world dealt to her seep down into her being.

People that is so close to her, move ever so slowly and gently around her. Making sure not to move so sudden or speak so loudly, fearing that they were to do such things.. she would break or wilt away so easily.

We see them talking to her softly in gently voices, concern and soft eyes that we rarely see rather than the confident and happy act they always do with her. The act that they always do together as it was always been like their own protective bubble.

OR

Maybe.. we want them to see how she cry on her knees, body shaking so much as tears fall from her eyes so much. A look that you always see on childrens as they cry out so loudly yet not her.

There are no noise coming from her, not a sob. Like it was normal for her to cry so much without screaming out in suffering from what those monsters have done to her.

It became a painful image to think about as we think about the old days when we talk to her. On how nights was the moments were her silent pleas is release.