There is something with her eyes

All the glitters from her eyes are gone, she feels like a corpse learned to walk on this miserable world. God knows,I can't even imagine the things that must have happened to her that drove her to this point in life. I believe no human being that crawls out of their mother ever thinks about walking on this wonderful world with those eyes.

 

The eyes used to see the beauty once, but now it is lost to the fate of the world. Now it waits for the night, so it can stop seeing what the world has done to her. All the people who took her soul, still roam around, she still talks to them. Unlike before, now she has no resilience.

Those people never needed her, they wanted her, they had her, now they threw her out. Deep down she realized, they just wanted her. Now she is a caricature of something that doesn't look human at all.

She stays calm, because she knows she is going to get hit by a storm again. Every single day she is going to hit with a storm of different magnitude, her body is dead, in a way, i'm glad it is dead.

so she won't feel any pain afterwards, it must be terrible the first time. but now her soul is gone, all that is left is her trotten flesh and a brain that seeks death. But she still wants to live, i hate to find the reason why, but still does want to live and experience something in life.

Maybe she found happiness in her abusive world somewhere, a flower or a cat or a person that she interacts with in mere seconds of the day. Maybe that's giving her all the reason to continue and face all the fires of the day.

day by day the color of the skin disappears as another bruise mark takes its place. 

day by day her face started to remembrance of the feelings in her eyes.

day by day she knows she is old, they are going to throw her out.

Day by day she is growing a smile, a smile that you only see in people who are old or on their deathbed.