She was beautiful,
A strong you woman with a
bright future.
Colorful, her world was full of color. The sound of laughter
filled the room, a beautiful sound.
But even the most beautiful
of flowers can die without proper care.
Quiet, she is always quiet now.
The laughter is gone.
Sobs, silent sobs fill the room. Tears that would stay hidden behind a forced smile.
Secluded, she keeps herself hidden for the world.
Criticized, broken, fake smiles, and forced laughs.
Being happy was no longer enough. Nothing was enough.
But nobody seemed to understand. How a flower that pretty, could be so broken under the surface.
