She finally gave up,
she dropped her fake smile.
As a tear fell down her cheek
and she whispered to herself
"i can't do this anymore"
Not that she told anyone;
How she wakes up with dried tears on her cheeks
thinking
"i'll just lie and say i'm not hurting."
She could act the strong one,
the one who never cried.
But it's hard when she's weak and broken on the inside.
Emotionally she was done,
Mentally she was drained,
Spiritually she felt dead.
But yet physically she smiled.
Who would have known
that she was sick of looking in the mirror
and not remembering the last time she felt good about herself.
She felt like she had 2 choices in life.
To take the road on her left with nothing right
or the road on her right with nothing left.
Nobody saw.
Nobody guessed.
Nobody realised.
How she was sick of people looking at her like
she was fine.
When she was falling apart on the inside.
She was tired.
She was done.
In so many ways.
She did all she could.
Until her heart and soul hurt too much to fight anymore.
As she ran into the broken shadows
She didn't look back.
