She silently slipped into the shop, eyes on the ground.
As she entered the silent, calm atmosphere she felt herself calm. The smell of freshly brewed coffee reached her nostrils.
She quietly made her order and sat down at a table in the corner. As she sipped the coffee she tried not to drown in her thoughts.
A silent tear slipped down her face and she quickly wiped it away.
She didn't want to cry.
She never had.
But the tears came anyway.
She felt a dull pain in her heart and body. Very little had much effect on her anymore.
The tears stung, but she was used to it.
She was used to all the pain by now.
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Petals of Eternity
PoetryA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
