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It Hit Like Bullets.
her smile has weakened, her walls broken down.
there's no more fight left in her;she's given this all she's got.
she pretended it was all ok and she thought she was good at it.
you aren't.
forced to plaster a fake smile on her face, she broke down emotionally first:
tears flowed freely from her soft brown eyes and hit hte floor like bullets.
then it got inside her head:mutilated her mind and made her realize what was going on.
it's just become physical:you've been sick. physically as well as emotionally.
fetal position crying.
lying in her room somewhere,inside dying.
"yeah, I'm ok" she says.but I know you're lying.
I've watched you get progressively worse and worse;you're done trying.
her smiles from the sunlit days fade as the purples and blues of the quiet night blanket the world.
she's hurt and isolated and alone and scared.
admit it, baby.
night brings out the worst in her.
don't hide it from me anymore.
let go.
there's beauty in the breakdown.
