A Smiling Mask
Posted on Monday, October 02 @ 23:05:43 EDT by larry
pumpkinhead writes "Her eyes were tired, she wanted to sleep, all she could really do was weep. Weep because her life was just getting worse, she honestly thought, that she was cursed! The past 9 months have been pure hell, her eyes get redder and begin to swell. Her heart is kind as is her mind, but she leaves painful memories behind. Her world is a mess and she is in alot of stress, she doesn't even feel like waking up and getting dressed. Her windows were once open, then slammed shut and broke, unfortunatley today she was still alive and woke. Woke up to more sadness that left her a mess, so she decided to wear a simple black dress. A dress so black, it fit her mood which was dark, she looked rather Goth so she left her mark. Her mark of innocence and beauty, it started to dim. All she thought about was evil and sin. The sin of being cold and hurtful to those who have hurt her, the act of being happy was a momentary blurr. A blurr that is now cloudy and filled with doom and gloom, perhaps she will die and never have to leave the room. The room that is bare with walls painted black, for all of the pain she feels, will give her a heart attack. For maybe then she wil be happy and at peace once and for all, how much lower will her life sink and fall? She wears a smile on her face, each and everyday, but inside she aches and continuously fools them all. A show she does put on until the end of her time, writing creative poetry and making her life a rhyme.
