One day, you won’t recognize her.
You won’t recognize those small black eye that getting smaller as her lips begin to smile.
You won’t recognize that laugh that used to be in those closed lips.
She’ll become a stranger.
A body that trapped by the pain.
A soul that screams for a help but never get helped.
A lonely soul who left with nothing but ignorance.
You won’t recognize the skin full of scars that used to touch, hold and used to hug you when she’s the one who need it the most.
She used to light like a child nevertheless.
But it didn’t help.
Her light is gone,
Blown by the wind,
That they called darkness.