her tears flow like a river that’s never ending…
she's exhausted but she has to say she's okay.
She has to show them she's okay, they can never find out she's not.
They can never know she’s hurt and that her heart aches,
that she feels like she’s running out of time.
She’s suppressed her luck and she has none left. She usually finds a way but tonight, she’s weary.
She’s longing to feel loved.
She holds on to her memories. She preserves in her mind and in her heart ,those moments she did.
Her memories, keep her alive and keep her growing. She yearns for it but she is aware that it will never come back.
She does not dwell in it, after all she’s learned to live away from it, almost without it.
She lets go of what hurts, not that she avoids it, she just simply forgives because above everything else, beyond her own desires and wants, she would never want them to worry.
She flees, she hides and turns her back, just so they won’t see her cry.
In time, she believes, she knows.. she’ll figure something out.
With hope that you will find solace, not in the comfort of places you've been to nor in those you've come across with but in the bliss of discovering yourself. 