Everything is a mess
Her hair
her room
her thoughts,
her heart,
her life
An epitome of a perfect imperfectness,
Her heart was taken by someone,
teared, broke, and scattered
She felt pain, excessively
Until she can no longer feel anything
Doubts dominated her wholeness,
Infinite bliss abandoned her heart,
just as how she abandoned herself in her own world
She stays up late at night, thoughts wandering in vast space
Even though she's awake, nightmare tries to save her in a suicidal way
A pen and a notebook
is her only salvation,
her comfort zone,
her only friend
She lays in bed, tired of her life, tired of everything
Yet she closes her eyes,
looking forward still
Pain vanished and dismissed for awhile,
Tears slowly falling from her innocent eyes..
