If you spent a second looking into their eyes you would notice how weary they have become.
They have been robbed of their undefinable beauty and grace beyond comprehension.
Left to be a rotting corpse for all audiences to witness and see the pathetic little life that lies before them.
Oh, it is a tragic thing to be present for.
They've lost their glow as if their flame was merely candlelight and their hurricanes were dainty dewdrops that sleep upon the morning lush.
The hopelessness and helplessness are only imaginary for you and me, but is the reality for this individual who holds the weight of the world on their shoulders.
They fear they would be incapable to continue this battle with their head held high.
With such confidence found in the smallest of quantities.
Author Notes: I don't know