she tries to smile. but even you know, when youre not okay; smiling becomes the hardest thing to do.
i walk as if non existent. as if i was an invisible soul. the shouting continued,like it would even when im not around. she could not think. even i can tell. but he, he could not see, even the greatest of hints. he only saw, the slightest of mistakes. but greatest of hurt and pain became invisble to him.
This time she keeps it to herself. thinking that it'll be a burden, thinking that i wont forgive him. in fact, i would. i would forgive him, but i cant forget.
//20 years, she tries to be perfect. but now it only proves- practice may not make perfect all the time huh?
God, you hear her cry, every day and night. how could you have ignored those longing cries from your helpless soul for soo long, i can only imagine. God, help her.
TO THOSE WHO READ MY BLOG AND TELL ME THAT IM EMO: im not emo. its just tht sometimes, when you need someone to confide to, you might just need one that listens and dont respond. because sometimes, that one thing becomes better than everyone else. and that one thing, becomes the only source of confidement.