seeing her life in
different colors,
her lips were curved
into a permanent smile,
but her eyes told
a different story.
she was anything
but ordinary
blessed with beauty
but filled with pain,
she hated herself
with a burning
passion.
her eyes screamed
for help for she was
tortured within with
no escape from the
demons lurking
inside of her soul.
she had become
comfortably
numb,
and words barely
left her lips for
she had fallen in
love with
silence.
without a remedy to the
concrete in her heart,
and lead in her veins,
she found pleasure
in being isolated from
the rest of the world.
acting like summer
but walking
like rain,
she was exhausted
enough to sleep
her life away.
she was never sorry
for the feeling she
bore in all places
even when the
weight of the world
kept getting harder
to hold up.
acting indifferent
towards
everything,
she ignored the
rest of the world,
and what it
wanted her to be.
she had lost who
she was and she
was tired of fighting.
how could anyone
look her in
the eyes
and not know
what she feels?
She wasn't living, she was just breathing.
