❛ THERE’S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT ! ❜ but even she knows that’s a bold faced lie . one she can barely convince herself of when she speaks . she’s not even trying anymore . there’s almost no fight left in her , the spark in her eyes has dimmed . hopeful eyes once bright — now dull & lifeless . . just going through the motions . clouds continuously hanging over and darkening day by day , causing glum , gloom and doom to filter through . she feels old , each time she glances in the mirror she sees what this world has done to her ( what it will continue to do to - no doubt ) it’s almost nothing now , her bruises are almost gone , the split in her lip nearly disappeared , the stitches above her brow disintegrating and soon a scar will sit in its place . if it isn’t for the ache in her body and the hole in her heart it would be as though none of it ever happened , as though the people she loves aren’t constantly / violently ripped from her life , no matter how tight she attempts to hold on . ❛ why ? ❜ her tone drips with an anger , a bitterness she never quite knew was there . she turns to them , brows knit together ; salty water swimming in her eyes as her head shakes at them . ❛ why are you here , what are you waiting around for ? it’s stupid — pointless . i don’t need you here ! i said i’m fine - and look at me - i mean it . i don’t need to be babysat !! ❜ lies , lies , lies . maybe if she repeats it enough , she’ll start to believe it herself . her head is shaking then , a sigh tumbling from roseate coloured flesh . she swallows hard , sight dropping as her index finger and thumb come to the bridge of her nose and the tears fall .
