life will be better in spring
Silent tears.
Saturday, April 14, 2012 || 11:39 AM
Serves the girl right. She's so undeserving of his love. She's so undeserving of all the blessings showered upon her. It's a night of uncontrollable tears; yet again. It's like something is pushing on her lungs, imaginary forces cupping her throat so tightly; When she tried to scream for help, instead of words, she get tears. She knows, she chose to plunge into the sea of regret. I can feel her anxiety as she struggled to keep her head high above the treacherous waters, as she stuggled between the fine line of holding on or giving up.
It's a night, when she can't trust herself with a knife.
It's a night, when even words can't bear the weight of her pain.
It's a night, when the entire world comes crashing down on her,
It's a night, when everything makes death seems such a easy way out.
It's a night, another ordinary night, another repetitive sequel to the previous gazillion nights.
Somehow, I cried along with the girl. I wish I could give her a hug, but she's so broken inside, so fragile, that I'm afraid at any touch, she would shatter into pieces.
OKAY WHY AM I GETTING SO EMOTIONAL OVER SOME SHIT MOPPY MELODRAMATIC SHOW.
