She faked a smile. maybe it is a real smile.the breathless moments was gone.fly with the wind and the serenade of endless pain was end.she’s still day.watching the moment.having a new kind of hope.given by somebody that she used to know..
Pain? There was no pain in her.the numbness beat over the pain that used to struck into her life.There is a new beginning.she named it hope.
A new cycle had taken control over a life of a distress.if you ask me whether she is happy?
Well. I can barely say that she’s doing well .perfectly well. having a great time of life with new songs.
In the morning,someone will wake her up,sing her a song,wait for her at the guard post.bought her food and it takes a real man to do that.She is happy.
She should be happy.well.after all,that’s the only choice left for her.Be happy.
Life is about taking chances,and if you ask me,is she fine?
Well.frankly said is.She’s not fine.
Taking control of her own life is the thing that she got to do.ought to do.must do.and should do?
Perhaps,she doesn’t even have a clue of why she behave this way.
She cried
She laughed
She remember those moments and she struck by the lightning of pain.
He lost him, and he lost her.
She lost him and she lost herself.
Self-denial is a destructive self-mechanism and she doesn’t even realise the countless tears that she used to waste.
Well people, if you asked her what it felt like to be in this situation,
She will basically smile and say well my dear,
You don’t know what its like to be like me and there’s no other option than to be
A bitch J
