Let me explain. She was just a girl who had everything but wasnt everyones favorite She changed and grew to be someone shes not, just to fit in with the other group of girls. I watched her go, I watched her getting into the wrong hands, I had no choice but to let her go. I thought I had big problems until I realized her problems! Chemotherapy visits and check ups every month without an answer, now I really feel shame and sick. My problems were nothing but a basic, I didnt know how much she suffered, or her internal being injured. She brought tears to my eyes and my heart from sorrow it fried. I looked deep into her eyes but all I saw where lies, were there was pain n suffering, but now theres a black hole of nothing, I didnt know if I could save her after everything weve been through but Ill try until the day I die. Behind her closed door she laid, emotions locked up inside her. No one seemed to understand the problem at bay. She fought like a raging bull to stay sane, but she got pulled down by the grey shadow of fear, she cried out loud as she felt the stinging pain running through her cold shallow veins, she clenched her pale hand around my face, tears ran down her sickened face. One day behind that closed door my hand reached to her for comfort it had rest on her shoulder, to help her remove those boulder fears. I realized that life must go on, and that there are others who care deeply about her. As I placed that tear soaked picture in a small box #thwinky
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 20:03:18 +0000