The One of A Kind

Broken Soul
As the mask slipped and what lies beneath surfaced...

The mask she held on slipped away unconsciously. 72hours. She knew that and yet beads of tears still stained her cheeks. Her thoughts running havoc. She has no control over. Trying to be strong, "fine" was the only word that she managed to utter. She stared out in a daze telling herself that she has come to a junction.

She took naps to stop herself from thinking only to wake up and feel worse then before. It doesn't seem to end. In fact, the feeling just keeps getting worst. Maybe it was better not to wake up at all.

The feeling of lost engulfed her as though even daylight will not be strong enough to penetrate. Losing after trying is in itself a victory. But losing without trying made her feel as though it was never worth enough.

She know of her ability to be reasonabe at this time. For her to accept it fairly. She knows that even if she wants something else and something else happens and if it was something that she didn't like, if it was the right choice, she'll see it immediately. She'll feel it in her heart. Even if it was grudgingly.

The words that came out of her mouth to them, her concerns shocked them. They wondered, why even at this point in time, she still didn't think for herself?

If this is for the better, then why doesn't it feel right at all?

She walked in a daze, like the living dead. Laugh in tiny pockets of happiness only to be pulled down again. Her heart dead and silent. Cries rang out in the silent of the night and attempts to calm her down, failed.

Pray. That was the only thing others manage to tell her. She stared, silent and broken. Tired and helpless. She could not bring herself to look deep within herself to find the inner peace. She could not find the strength to pray.

Never was she this broken. The girl who was deemed heartless, have a heart afterall.