She was too hurt to be alive. Too broken to be fixed. Too stained to be washed. Too numb to feel. Too selfish to care.
So she got up from her bed. Walked towards the mirror. Wiped her tears. Combed her hair. She hid the dark circles with light foundation. She drew her eyes with black dark Kohl. She painted her nails and lips deep red. She stared at her reflection as a tear slipped again. She got up with a deep sigh and stared at her disoriented room. So she arranged all the pillows together. Made her bed. Drew the curtains. And then She looked around while she said "Enough."
And then she switched off the lights and let the darkness succumb her forever
