When the feeling gets to you... and all you have is nothing but pain and issues, you just got to cry.
You'll know it when you look at her eyes and remember how she used to smile from ear to ear. Look at her now, dead eyes and mental breakdowns.
She wasn't broken like she thinks of herself; she's just yet to be mended.
9 PM and she's lying in bed, trying to sleep but wishes it to end. Looking at the empty ceiling, and realizes what she's done.
Of course, she won't show it. She's got everything with the facade. But underneath the mask she's wearing, is a strong woman with dried tears and shallow innocence.
Maybe she's all tired of whispering meaningful nothings in the air; Maybe she's done with loving everyone but getting all the pain in return; Maybe she's done being used and being left behind.
All the empty messages, the mixed signals she sends, and all the mess in her head. She tried to share it with someone, but ended up feeling like a bothersome.
And now she's alone to pray and hug her knees with all her tears dried up.
