this girl has a look of sadness in her eyes,
or maybe she's just tired.
tired of thinking so much because she can't comprehend the various aspects of her life,
she can't seem to find the off button to her thoughts.
so she just keeps thinking,
and thinking,
and thinking.
in fear of disturbing someone else's peace of mind with her petty complaints and constraints.
and even though her life is just fine, nothing in particular is ever really wrong... her heart is heavy all the time.
not the kind of heavy that comes when someone dear to you passes away, not that at all.
but the kind of heavy that slowly consumes you, consumes your heart
and never seems to fully go away.
the kind of heavy that weighs your whole body down, especially your mind and everything it contains.
the kind of heavy that only keeps getting heavier the more you push it aside, hoping it'll get easier when the shore caresses the tide.
it's the kind of heavy that you feel is not worth acknowledging because it's not a big enough issue to anyone but you.
and you can't quite explain it to anyone else anyway, so what's the use?
this girl has a look of sadness in her eyes,
or maybe she's just tired.
tired of dragging her heavy heart around like a weight,
but she just keeps pulling,
and pulling,
and pulling.
she is thankful for what she has, and who she has around her, her life is just fine.
because these people surrounding her mostly try to assist her,
but sometimes,
sometimes she feels nothing but confined.