Sinking, still swimming.
Her face… washed out from that endless stream of tears,
Her heart… burdened from that pain she carried all those years.
Her head… weary from all those disturbing and pessimistic thoughts swimming around,
Her own feelings… suppressed and kept private, trying not to arouse any attention and sound.
Her conscience… waiting to be clear, to get it off her chest,
Her body… not relying on coffee anymore, begging for some rest.
Her system… aching from the constant heartache,
Her mind… screaming for that much required break.
Her eyes… puffed up and heavy from the resultant pressure and strain,
Her career… that’s soon gonna be plummeting down the drain.
Her dark circles… gone unnoticed owing to all that make up she’d apply after seeing herself in the mirror,
Her memories of those events… so distressing, so upsetting, it’d make her quiver.
Her attitude towards life… struggling to paint a better scenery,
Her thought process… drowning with self pity and misery.
Her state of mind… complex and hazy.
Her enthusiasm… lacking and lazy.
Her coping mechanism… chocolate, which would guarantee a marginal elevation in her mood,
Her appetite… hungry for life’s answers and solutions, instead of good ol’ food.
Her pillow… absorbing her tears that never seemed to stop their flow,
Her blanket… comforting her during those sleepless nights when just she wanted to let go.
Her past… wondering if it was that grave a mistake,
Her present… overwhelmed with the resultant weight.
Her future… hoping to be promising, if she did survive,
Her inner voice… secretly pleading with her to stay alive.
Her phone… distracting her from her current mental state,
Her next course of action… deciding her very fate.
Her will for survival… diminishing with every passing fleet,
Her friends… oblivious to why she’s being so discreet.
Her near ones... trying to ensure a smile on her tear stained face,
Her soul… longing for an escape from all that disgrace.
Her mood… worsening over unnecessary anxiety and rue,
Her life… demanding to erase those memories and begin anew.
She didn’t need sympathy, she wanted assurance that things would work out for the better,
She didn’t need therapy, she wanted to express her emotions through this letter.