I can see it in her eyes. The pain of memories lost long ago, and the ones that are just being found. All the pain and misery, all of it cascading down with the tears. All of it, weaving itself down into a woven quilt of sorrow and loss. The loss of happiness she once had. The art on her arms in clearly visible and she can try to erase the pain. What noone understands, you can't erase if at first, you havn't begun to draw.
She walks with a shield displayed out infront of her. With her blades always near. Always there to protect her from the demons. Most of the time, she protects herself from herself. With a blade to mend the pain. A blade for a bandage. Isn't it funny.. the drawings on your skin, can protect you from a fate unknown. This fate that lies inside you.
How does she mask this pain? With a barrier almost noone can bypass. A barrier that is strong enough to hold back a waterfall of the tears she cries every night. A barrier that can cover up the not-so-dried-blood slowly making its way down her arms.
But I can see it. How?
Well, when I look in the mirror, I can see my own loops and my own threads cascading down to my lengthy quilt.
By now you must be wondering, what's this barrier I speak of so often?
It's the smile we show...
everyday.
