she did not lose herself.
she was perfectly sane and did not lose her mind. her face was void of any emotions, not allowing people to read the psyche of a lonely and crestfallen lady.
the wind passed by, softly caressing her creamy face, looking cadaverous because of grief. her raven dress was showered with white flowers making it look less gloomy, danced with the cold breeze. her cheeks wasn't pale unlike her eyes and the dark circles surrounding it. it was flushed but no tears stained it. she shed no tear after that day because she let it all out.
and besides, crying wouldn't make anything better. there were no circumstances changed. pouring it might lighten the heaviness inside your chest but after that? you still have to face the debacle. the harsh reality will painfully slap you to wake up and be no coward.
so what's the point?
they left her alone in this harsh environment where people should help each other but they cause the suffering of another.
she wasn't enough for them, she was a disappointment and she was ashamed of herself.
she doesn't deserve their love.
so here she was, alone.
she agreed to what her mind said, she was a shame. and what does a loveless person deserves?
she's really better alone
or best also be
dead.
