All she could do was smile

Some see her as a suicide victim; a person suffocated by her own thoughts, desires and will. Others felt it was homicide, for those from her past ripped out her heart, and punctured her soul only to watch every last bit of life drip from her body. Her big heart, heavy heart after so many layers of emotional bandages plastered it for so long. Shattered it was underneath these bandages, but no one should ever know.

She smiled on mechanically; like a robot she was inside. She was empty, she was emotionless. It was as if she were programmed to smile through worse and worst times. She’s not to be confused with deranged, for this she is not. She’s simply dead. Dead on the inside from all the sorrow that has burned so deep. Dead on the inside from the hatred that has engulfed every portion of her body.

The smile she reveals is no longer one of glee, but instead one of confusion. No longer does she know the difference between luck and an omen, laughing and crying, joy and pain because now it’s all just the same. People are the same. Occurrences are the same. Some say it helps to cry. She constantly feels the tears stinging the back of her eyes, but they never flow.

And she’s left with this bitter, hollow smile.