Sometimes the more the person tries to be strong,
the weaker the person becomes.
Even after being strong for sometime,
one will grow tired.
Tired of protecting oneself.
Tired of having to be on guard for anything.
Let her disappear.
Disappearing into the shadows and not be seen.
If you think she's happy.
Her happiness is only on the surface.
Time and time again she counted her blessings.
But they seemed to dwindle in numbers each day.
Noone's there to create more blessings anymore.
There's no more blessings...
Once again, she tears.
They dripped down her face..
Not knowing when to stop.
Only to fall into a deep sleep.
Just to get ready for the next day of pretense.
The pretense of happiness.
For she was never truly happy anymore.
Labels: reflections
From Mabel; with ♥
12:59 AM