Silence

She's losing that little bit of glamour and shine..

Tired she is. What's life? She questions.

Her inner spirit's trapped within the many thoughts.

Are things not meant to last? Or did she move on too fast?

Why does she seem nonchalent 'bout almost everything?

Do not question, give her the answers.

She wonders why, she wonders her ability to constantly anticipate sadness.

Why can't she feel? Why does she appear unshaken?

Or maybe she's in denial, selfishly rejecting people into her world of torment and spasm?

Hey.. Go on.. keep smiling..

While silently, she twitches in distress, savoring her every moment of agony and sorrow.