Her hands are shaking.
She stares at them intently
Trying to deny the turmoil of emotions that goes about inside her body
She questions her worth, her contributions and even her mere existence.
What has become of her?
Standing in front of a mirror; she looks away.
See how her eyes avoid the figure in front of her.
See how she cannot bare to take a look.
See how she clenches her fists.
Fists that are tempted to shatter the fragile glass
Notice how her frail looking body slowly inches its way to a corner
Her eyes are unable to remain in one area.
Her mind alone cannot carry all these thoughts.
She bangs her head continuously.
It’s as if she lost control of sanity.
She closes her eyes hoping to dilute the stabbing pain
But life showed no mercy
All the burden and negativity poured rapidly
Into what little space she had left inside her head
Her mind shuts down.
And like a schizophrenic person
She began to hallucinate.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Footsteps. Each at their own pace.
People started passing by.
One by one they looked at her.
Judged her.
All eyes fixated on her.
The cruel attention they gave
Provoked her system from further breaking into pieces
Eyes tightly closed.
Heavy uneven breaths.
Uncontrollable shaking.
Numbness all over her body.
No one knew
Her thoughts, her fears, her insecurities
few dared to ask.
No one was patient enough to listen…
They never understood.
Nor did any of them try to.
She knows someone out there will.
Someday, perhaps in the near future
Because that’s what everybody says
‘That’s okay, you needn’t be wary. That person is probably out there. You’ll just have to wait and see’
That’s what everybody says. That’s what everybody believes in
And she asks,
How come a lot of people take their lives every day?
If that person exists, shouldn’t they have prevented it from taking place?
And for that matter,
Does that person even exist?
They tell her to wait and to understand
But she has been doing that for so long
That she forgot the purpose behind it
She sits there quietly.
Taking time to glance at their eyes
Hoping to find that person they’ve all been talking about
She would do that every day.
Over and over again
Each look criticizing her whole being
Leaving her defenseless
And at the end of the day consumed.
What was left of her, you might ask?
Her eyes.