And again…
At three o’clock, when everything is quiet and at peace;
there she is, thinking of her worth.
there she is, looking for answers.
And there she is, feeling so empty.
only the sheets and pillows could understand how lonely she is.
only the four corners of her room could see her misery.
and the light and sight of the moon
only had seen the glimpse of her wet eyes and lips.
There’s no escape, there is no ending.
And soon, the sun will rise bright;
her life goes on…
But until when?
i have a “why am i like this” moment at least five times a day
Her soul is made of glass. That every time someone’s trying to break in, it shatters apart. She’s scared and full of self doubt.
She can’t put down into words what’s on her mind. Her life is no where to find. Her destination is no where to be seen. Happy feelings turned to depression. Negativity destroys her inner self. Her happy, positive and full of energy self. She doesn’t know who to call or who she can share her thoughts to even to her only best friend who died 3 years ago. After then, she’s never been happy. Since she doesn’t want her negativity affect others she stayed in silent and drowned herself where no one can ever find her.
@ people who think i’m attractive: thanks for having low standards
