Bothersome thoughts, a mind in turmoil,
Unpredictable breakdowns, sleepless nights.
She never wanted any of this.
She yearned for consistency over convenience,
Clarity over confusion,
Assurance and honesty, not mind games and lies,
To be understood without conflict,
The warmth of human connection over coldness,
Peace over chaos,
To feel safe and secure, not scared and insecure,
To be desired, not just another option,
She needed gentle love and a promising future.
The thought of "almost" is what hurts the most, it made her confront all the triggers she was trying to escape.
She stands before a shattered mirror, gazing at her broken reflection and contemplating her existence,
What could be worse than this?
And she realizes that there is no way back home.
