alphafemale_

2018-10-19 17:48:28

I don't know.

Різне, Думки вголос

I stared at her brown orbs. Sadness was clearly present. She was once a cheerful girl. She smiled and laughed. She was the happiest of the happiest. No haters. No jealousy. Everything was perfect. She tried to smile and let out a laugh but what came was a heavy hearted sob. She WAS so happy. Now, she just sits with a fake smile with her mind somewhere else. Perhaps somewhere much happier where she was physically present. I knew she was tired of opening up and closing down again and again. She wanted to show herself to the world, to show her real self but with all that she went through, the painful backstabs, she knew she wouldn't. She couldn't. She refused to be hurt over and over. I knew she was scared to. I know she's scared to open her gateway of trust. I know she feels burdened with all the problems and responsibilities all on her shoulders. I knew she feels depressed. I know. But, I can't help her. The fresh cuts on her wrist were visible. Fresh and bloody. She flinched as her fingers softly touched her wrist. Her naked body was covered with wounds. Lonliness and hopelessness trembled underneath her wounded skin. Her eyes were full with unshed tears. Devastation was crystal clear. But how can someone so happy became so lonely? How can someone change so much? I touched the mirror. I don't know who she is anymore. "Who are you?" I whispered as tears collided down my cheeks.