Silence became her new language when everything was so eerily calm, so quite that the only sounds heard is silence, not even the music of heartbeats was heard.
She was susceptible to the fears and wars that occurs in her head. Her spirit screaming to be set free, yet she was silent.
Rivers flowing from the windows to her soul. She was broken, and restricted to live.
If only she could breath and live freely like a bird. She was a warrior, she was fierce, she was gentle but deadly but all broken now.
Fighting with the demons, building up walls to hide the monsters that dwells within. Scared of the world’s claws and teeth against her skin for it brings back memories she’d love to set ablaze.
She was extraordinary, humanely, and was benevolent, but now only mediocre at being human, for she is broken and she can only hear her demons calling her as she fell into a slumber and thence into a depth of darkness.
She was screaming yet can’t be heard, she was smiling yet the oceans flows through her eyes. She needed a breakthrough for she was suffocated by her own monsters.
She was full, she was at the peck, she was scared, she was pained, she was broken but she couldn’t even call for help. She was helpless as she helplessly gave in to her demons.
Now she rules the netherworld of depression. If only she could call one last time for help, maybe, just maybe, the walls built by her demons might crumble and she will be finally free.
This was the war of silence and freedom.
Voice it out! If you can’t handle the silence.
Have a Nice weekday…xoxo
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