What do you do when someone close to you is in a tormented state of mind, where all that has been gained is subject to loss in a short span of time; where all that remains is her tortured spirit from her youth and her inability to escape from the entrapment of a loveless life that was thrown to the cruel world without a guiding hand.
When all is great and is slowly beginning to pick up, news of something taints and shatters all hope and scatters the broken pieces around like it was worthless to even begin with. Perhaps this time I’ll pick the shattered hope and mend it for her, perhaps this time I’ll just sit, wait and listen or perhaps this time I’ll end up running away, like I always did.
I lie next to her, wishing all I could for her to not push me away because of her state of mind, body and soul. I wished and wished, till I found my eyes were watery, till my heart desires nothing else but to be able to bear this weight. To see her unconsciously entering a self-destructive state of mind destroys me a little.
I turned my head to look at all the framed pictures, grainy and yellow photos of an unspoken past that if you dig deep enough, you’ll see the love that was, that could have been and that no longer remains. I see she tries to search in vain for that unconditional love from all sorts of people, all sorts of people who were either wrong, unworthy or never knew what love was.
No one can tell her heaven from her hell.
So, what do you do?
You wait for miracles to happen.
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