The Hidden Sadness Behind Her Eyes
From a distance she looks at peace, having fun doing her thing. But objects don't
always appear the same from afar, if you take a deep look into someone's eyes it
tells the story.
Her eyes once filled with hopes and dreams for the future full of happiness and
joy. Her eyes now sit only filled with the tears and sorrows of her life fading, like
the now dim twinkle that once shone so bright in her eyes.
If you look deep into her eyes, you notice the pain and torture she tries so hard to
cover up. If you ever have the chance to see pass that shield that tries to cover up
the pain in her eyes, you will see that her eyes are now empty.
Her eyes seem lifeless but in her mind she is being held a prisoner. Not
knowing if things will get better. For every time she thinks she is at her lowest
she finds out it is bottomless, like her cold, dark, empty, lifeless eyes.
She often wondered if it was really worth sticking it out, for if it wasn't to get better
what was the point.
She stands in front of the mirror. Tears running from her eyes down her cheek to
end at her heart. Her heart which is cold and frosted over.
She misses the happiness and joy she once felt, now she is numb and her heart
beats no more. She looks deep into her own cold eyes with anger, knowing it is
all her own fault why her sorry excuse of a life is this way.
She is tired of it all, she just wants it all to stop. She feels like her brain is about
to explode. She just wants silence and to be free of this pain and torture.
She takes one last look into that mirror, deep into those empty eyes. She closes
her eyes, her last tear rolls down her cheek. Her body trembles with anger.
She opens her eyes to notice them filled with anger and hate. She hated that
person in the mirror more than anyone could imagine. Her fist clenched with
furry, she smashed the mirror.
She looked at herself in the mirror on the floor. She was broken in a million
pieces and knew she could never be put back together. She picked up the piece
of glass that her eyes were upon. She then fell to the floor and lied in the
shattered glass that was her life.
Her eyes are open. The pain and suffering is gone. She is released from the
torturing hell that was her life. She is free now and the twinkle now forever back in
her eyes.
Copyright © Jessica Tippin | Year Posted 2006
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