XX

Sometimes she wondered why so many things and useless words.
Why so many tries, when at the end of the day she regretted it all.

At the end of the day, it was just her and her thoughts.
Trying to look for reasons to continue waking up every morning. Trying to feel something.

Feeling the pathetic tiredness of seeing the same person in the mirror and seeing the same silhouette in the shadow; no matter the changes, feeling the same feeling of feeling nothing.

Sighs and hours. Wishing to end with everything or continue walking.

She felt like a lighten cigarette; consuming herself and slowly fading away.