Jun 2023
there is a young lady who, in most scenarios, exudes an air of elegance. her eyes are as brilliant as a star in the sky. she possesses the power, grace, and boldness that one would adore. she is a woman who never lets someone down and who doesn't perceive wrongdoing. her magnificence radiates within and pours outward like an adventure along a lengthy path. her dazzling smile illuminates the room as brightly as the sun breaking over the horizon, and it comes as no surprise that she is also very wise and works very hard. she is the kind of woman who would go out of her way to help someone who is struggling yet despite all of the effort she puts forth, no one ever sees her crack under the strain.
however, people will eventually become exhausted. people typically stop being the same person they were before they reached their limits since, after a certain point, they are needed to be tired. when people reach their limits, they tend to stop being the person who they were before.
...and that ended up being the case with her. that nothing, not even sleep, can solve her exhaustion, and that everything around her seemed to be pointless. she is tired of the noise of her sorrows, tired of always facing her fears, and tired of struggling with obstacles that continue to return in her life. she is worn out from squandering her days in a state of hopelessness, from having words stab her heart like sharp spears, and from leading a life that is nothing but a constant source of misery. she is dead beat of pretending that she does not care when, on the inside, she does care; she is tired of being imprisoned in unhealthy relationships and environments; she is fed up with hypocrisy and lies in a room full of fakes and shells. she is drained out from fighting against failure, putting up a show, and continuing to believe against all odds.
she's merely gotten weary of being so downcast. she genuinely wants someone to come and save her from her pain, but she can't even help herself from grief. and again, the whole world is neglecting her cries for help. now, tell me, how can she possibly be saved if the world is unable to protect her from enduring agony?
the world is such a harsh place.
...isn't it?
however, people will eventually become exhausted. people typically stop being the same person they were before they reached their limits since, after a certain point, they are needed to be tired. when people reach their limits, they tend to stop being the person who they were before.
...and that ended up being the case with her. that nothing, not even sleep, can solve her exhaustion, and that everything around her seemed to be pointless. she is tired of the noise of her sorrows, tired of always facing her fears, and tired of struggling with obstacles that continue to return in her life. she is worn out from squandering her days in a state of hopelessness, from having words stab her heart like sharp spears, and from leading a life that is nothing but a constant source of misery. she is dead beat of pretending that she does not care when, on the inside, she does care; she is tired of being imprisoned in unhealthy relationships and environments; she is fed up with hypocrisy and lies in a room full of fakes and shells. she is drained out from fighting against failure, putting up a show, and continuing to believe against all odds.
she's merely gotten weary of being so downcast. she genuinely wants someone to come and save her from her pain, but she can't even help herself from grief. and again, the whole world is neglecting her cries for help. now, tell me, how can she possibly be saved if the world is unable to protect her from enduring agony?
the world is such a harsh place.
...isn't it?
