You say she is okay because she has the life you desire and yours is as miserable as fuck.
But you fail to see the truth behind the walls she puts up to shield her self from her cruel reality, high enough so no one, not even she, could penetrate through.
She masks her face with a plastic smile, wallows in apathetic laughter and puts on too much makeup to cover those bags.
Unearth it all, look beyond and maybe, just maybe, you would notice that there is a certain sadness in those tired, brown eyes. Something you would only see when you try to look closely.
When you are flooded by whens and whys and what ifs,
And blurred images of bliss and calm…
When you have effortfully pushed the ugly out of your mind
And painstakingly try to live a nonchalant life…
When you see clouds gather and sunshine turn to gloom
And you feel the rain pour down on a summer’s day…
When abruptly some uncalled for element surface in an inopportune time
And you stumble back, fall flat on your face and your everydays are shoved off track…
When the well kept emotions resurface
And the tears again begin to fall…
Do not hope.
Do not trust.
Do not succumb to the illusion of an ideal life promised when in reality it has become stagnant and irreparable; it will always be incomplete.
Most importantly do not forget.