Kari's Drabbles

Dark Thoughts

The girl who cries at night hides her blood shot eyes well. She's so used to it at this point, even her own mother doesn't know. But she's gotten used to the tears. Their time streaming down her face grows shorter and shorter. You'd think she'd stop, but she doesn't. When she can't hold in her emotions anymore, she lets them take over. Not that anybody knows.

The girl who always smiles consoles her friends in their time of need. She's used to being a shoulder to cry on. Besides, when her friends are happy, so is she. She hugs them tightly and gives them words of positivity. She gives them advice on stability and relationships. That's what friends are for, after all, isn't it?

The positive girl who says hello to everyone feigns happiness. She gives everyone a smile and she listens to their worries. She puts aside her own feelings, and hyper-focuses on those who need help. Not that she would ever admit to this. Her only pride is in the happiness she sees her friends and family, even if it's not from her.

The girl whose heart has been patched so many times has never relied on any one else. She's so used to people leaving she learned to mend herself. Not that it helps. As many times as she patches herself up, another crack appears in her armor. She tries to stay away from heartbreak, but she becomes so easily attached she can't help it.

The girl who stares at herself in the mirror hides so well she doesn't even recognize herself. Is she even the same person? Should she even trust herself? The blood shot eyes and bags under her eyes make her unrecognizable. What happened to the happy person she used to be? Why is her sadness the only thing that exists anymore? Unfortunately she can't answer.

The girl goes back to her demons, who are her only listeners. The whisper to her sweetly, tempting her. They tell her that she can escape, all she has to do is let them in. Every time they've suggested it, she's ignored them, but they're growing louder. She tries to drown them out, but the hold her tighter, whispering loudly in her ear. They tell her it's easy. They tell her it's the only way out of her agony.

The girl who hid all her problems from the world finally listened to her own inner darkness.