tales from the heart, soul, and mind.

cold/freezing

there was an offensive taste in her mouth, the aftertaste of a privileged breakfast.

it was a chilly morning, and she was cold and tired.

she was a girl that had everything, yet nothing at the same time.

for everything she thought she had was never truly hers.

but still, she perseveres, walking through life as if there is no trouble at all.

because in everyone else's minds, she is fine. so that is the façade she cowardly places on herself every moment she can.

because of this, she believes herself to be mentally secure and resilient, but this is all proven wrong one day.

ignored and mercilessly teased at the wrong time, her insecurities shone briefly.

"annoying."

it was just a joke they said.

but it left her feeling colder than her surroundings.

he personality slowly hardened, she rarely spoke.

trying to deafen herself from the ravaging insults her own mind inflicted upon herself.

"pathetic."

"useless."

"not enough."

maybe one day she'll calm down.

have someone to warm her cold self back up.

until then, meaningless insults will still strike at her like a spray of bullets.

nicking her slowly and slowly until she will finally let go.

it is no longer cold.

it's freezing.