I know, the road is hard though she’s walking between the roses, but the thorns are making her steps bleed..She’s in the middle of nowhere, searching for hope, searching for nothing but herself….
She’s the one to blame when she let herself live the pain…The fact that she knows, and the fact that she ignores what she knows…
I know the look in her eyes when she says:”I’m fine”. I know her when she tries to lie..She always fails, never knows how to disguise…
She searches for the truth in the liar’s eyes, she provides safety but she’s living in insecurity…People surround her all the time, but she’s so lonely…
I know, why she tries to avoid sunshine, thinking it might expose her grief, yet she fears the night’s thinking …”what if I couldn’t sleep?…..”
Her childhood memories keep chasing her…Her lack to forget is failing, her doll was thrown away in front of her sight; she couldn’t stand up and fight for her little right…
She’ll never get over her childhood memories, she grew up early, but in her eyes there is always that look of a princess who lost her crown. In her eyes, there is truth she can’t hide…There is a lost baby who’s living in the heart of a young lady…
I know, her road is hard, her battle is tough…She’s living the love to live though she knows she takes less than what she gives….
She knows nothing but making others smile, though silently she always cries…
She says the sweetest words even if her heart is wounded she never curses…
I know her…She’s the one who I see every day walking on the road filled with roses… Her steps bleeding , she feels the pain , she sees the blood, but she doesn’t want to see the thorns… She’s walking looking over her shoulder from time to time… As if the little baby who lost her doll, is chasing her, asking for help… She’s walking with bleeding steps… Never caring for her pain… As if the little princess will ask her about her crown…As if she’s the only one to blame…She wishes if she could forget this little baby, or at least see her grow up….But her bleeding steps never stop, She tries her best to forget that little baby….
I know she’s trying every day to escape with bleeding steps, trying everyday to forget her pain, but she never realized that she’s running away from herself; She didn’t realize that the little baby never grew up, she still feels the pain with every single bleeding step, she didn’t know, but I know That… The little baby is still living in the heart of this young lady….
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