Someday...

She is sad. Or broken. She keeps trying to get back to a normal state of mind but something goes wrong every time she tries. People ask what's wrong, and all she says she that she is tired. Tired of having to go through the troubles she'd been facing. Tired of that pain she felt almost every day. Tired of trying to run away to a better place. Tired of looking for happiness. Tired of trying to have some peace of mind. And even if at some point she gets some peace of mind, something or "someone" always takes it away from her. She wants to help herself, but she's helpless? Nothing works. She's banged up, mentally and emotionally. But everyday she walks out with a smile on her face, because that's what she's supposed to do. It's gotten to a point where she doesn't know who she is anymore. She constantly feels like she is on the verge of breaking down. She feels like she's going crazy. She can't sleep, she can't concentrate. She's a mess. She's coming apart at the seams and it scares her. Everybody tells her to be strong, that she can't give up. But they don't know how her life is. They would never know till they try living her life. She knows it wouldn't even take a day for them to give up. Whereas, it's been years since she's been seeing and going through all that she didn't deserve. Nobody understands but there is a difference between giving up, and knowing when you've had enough, and she knows she has had enough. Enough to still go on like this. Enough to still having to live in this hell. But what is it that she can do?

She knows that someday she will be happy again. She knows that someday it will all be good. She knows that someday she will have everything she wishes for. Someday. Only if that someday could come sooner... Someday...