blue: his eyes | k.ji

twenty two

i layed in bed, unable to sleep because of the many thoughts that were running through my head, it was starting to ache.

why?

why did she find comfort in her blades? a razor, a knife, or a sharpener, why not sunflowers instead? why couldnt i be the one who she'd lean on?

why did her mother have to leave her without a proper goodbye and leave her heart broken and weak? why was she so broken and weak?

why did she get those brutal beatings from her father? why did he take his frustrations out on his poor daughter?

why did no one try to help her before i came along? was it that they were blind or simply careless?

why was she the one to take all the pain in this world? everyone against her, without a single soul on her side, how can someone live such a life?

she was way too beautiful, way too precious.

i could feel my eyes begin to sting.