Her mind had collapsed like a dead man walking.
Her thoughts; nothing but an undignified resemblance of utter darkness, tumbling carelessly down the everlasting slope of one of life's most conflicting cliff faces: it truly was the epiphany of a mental break down.

Isolation.
It had settled in her stomach like the possessive stability of an anchor, firmly securing a ship in place.
Except no one knew it - not from the outside at least.
Drop. Stop. Stay. Her thoughts had anchored her down and had collared her; captivating her in her most deeply embedded worries.

The indistinguishable rubble that was left of her mind was nothing short of an overflowing landfill of despair and regret. Demoted.

She had a momentary blackout as her train-wreck thoughts plunged through the tunnels of her labyrinth mind; desperately longing for direction... guidance... the undying thirst for manipulation.

She looked around, only to be met with the unlawful sights of imps of regret; mountainous monstrosities of worry; bloodshot eyes of villains of prosperity; hybrid brutes of envy... guilt... and sheer seclusion, jaggedly stitched together with life's most infamous yet infectious attribute: Regret.

The complex infrastructure of her mind held nothing of the sort. In fact, it held quite the opposite.
It encased storms of feelings, cliffs of emotions, and oceans of unspoken conversations.

She was merely a lifeless shell of who she used to be: left behind with all of the chances that she never took.

Her entirety was flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

No one knew it though.
She didn't let anyone know.

She'd never let anyone breach her stone cold walls.
But little did they know,
she was vulnerable on the inside.

No one knew of her mentally excruciating conflicts that she strived to fight day in, day out.

It was just part of the small print in life.