Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

Mask

They asked her, if she felt that she had a purpose
A reason for existence.
And that is where her wall crumbled.
Vulnerability.
It's scary but the truth is she has no idea why she's still here.
Breathing, or barely forcing air into her lungs.
Living or slowly dying.
Nobody really knew until her mask
was somehow ripped away.
Until she was somehow forced to admit it.
Maybe this life wasn't meant for her.
Maybe it was.
She gets to choose if she wants to know,
if she wants to find out if what they say is true.
If things do get better.
In the end it's only her who can decide
if she wants to keep trying.
But how can she make up her mind?

-Gabsviolet