Roses

She walks ever so aimlessly, but with purpose.

Hopelessly denying the fact that she is unhappy.

Having to face everyday like it's a hidden challenge from everyone else but knowing damn well she has to show she can make it through.

Each day passing slower than the next, she's unsure how many more days she can actually stand.

She misses the innocence of her younger years,

and often reminisces in the nostalgic-ness of it's every moment.

To once again feel the wind almost caressing her long, thin light brown hair.

To feel the warm summer sun beat down on her usual chapped lips.
It hurts but she doesn't care.

She misses how every now and again she'd stop to smell how beautiful the roses were,
but now the bushes smell of an ill scent that fillers her aching body.

The birds chirp such sweet songs, but her heart seeps everything sour.

The emptiness of it all becomes unbearable, as she performs a task so unthinkable.

Gone in an instant,

She escaped the world of her troubles.

Dropping them
One by one
Onto other humans' already troubled soul.