Life of a Young Girl -Part2.

She lay there on a messy bed, in an unkempt room.

Dressed in baggy clothes --uncared for;
Hair in an untidy bun --careless gesture;
Bags under eyes indicating sleepless nights --untended;
A fading smile --unconcerned about;
Shivering hands and quivering legs --unconscious about;
Scars on her body --unseen;
Fresh wounds on her mind --overlooked;
Suffering from an aching soul --uninterested about;
A broken heart --disregarded.

She lay there staring at the ceiling, numerous things were running in her head and her thoughts were flying at the speed of a jet. She thought hours had passed since that incessant flow of water continued to leak out of her eyes, but it was just minutes ago that, that cascade had started to fall.

Her condition was deteriorating from bad to worse. You could see it in her eyes, the lust to smile, the desire to soak in the warmth of someone’s company, the thirst to utter words of joy, the desperation to hear her laugh reverberate through the room, the yearn to feel her smile illuminate the place.

“I am a lonely girl. I am broken. I am dying to smile. My heart is always aching to cry. But I wasn’t this way. And now here I am and that’s how it will end”, she thought.

She did not want to be forgotten, but there were just memories left with her now.
She did not want to be abandoned, but loneliness is her shelter now.
She did not want to acquaint with the sadness, but that’s her best friend now.

She had isolated herself to fight a concealed battle to vanquish her fears, to subjugate her sadness, to gain victory over her flimsy emotions. Fighting the battle had been a futile attempt. Instead of gathering herself, she is even more broken now.

She is a young girl, and she is slowly dying on the inside.