Hurt, Lost and Alone.

Tears cascade down her face like a waterfall unquestioned as to why; she’d learnt to accept them as they come.

Unthinkable, emotionless, pitied.

Pondering life as it is, furthermore brings the tears.
Again unsure as to why, expect for the fact that she’s afraid of what may come.

Blinding, confused, numb.

Cannot accept change, cannot change the past.
For what is right and for what is wrong.
She deals through it all; her emotions and thoughts carefully hidden with a flawless mask. Un-accepting for what may come.

Hurt, lost and alone