Sickness

It's like in just one night her whole world was crashing in on her.

She tried to cry but she was too tired to even shed a tear.

The bags under her eyes and the weariness in her smile was who she was.

A small stem in a garden full of flowers.

A fake twinkle and a flash of her ugly smile is something she practiced.

But it only makes her more tired.

She was sick of pretending.

SHe was sick of being so dull.

She was sick of sadness washing over her.

She was sick.

That's all there is to it.