She is a mess.
Her soul is dispatched and scarred.
Her heart is overused.
Her life is a ruined ruins.
Her mind is full of scattered thoughts.
Her eyes sparkle with pain.
Her lips ache for the unsaid words.
Her hands craves for touch.
Her body longs for someone who drifted away from her.
She just wanted to explore the world but she cannot do that. She must explore her mind, arrange all thoughts and dispose what’s needed. If only there’s a navigation bar inside her head, she surely gonna put most thoughts to recycle, and reduce. She always felt guilty for the things she didn’t do or maybe unconsciously did. She’s always afraid of the role of every person she meets in her life. She never really cared about anyone, she just wanted to be happy, accepting what’s needed. She never really thought that once she fell in love, she never thought it would be so hard. She unconsciously fall to the stupid tricks of love and now, she is changed.
She is used.
She is scarred.
She stopped being happy, for love took it. She got tired of chasing happiness and now became her own pain.