Undeserved

The melancholy rhythm keeps ringing in her head. She was completely unaware that those salty waters which no normal person would like to taste were actually rolling down her cheeks from her already fiery red, tumescent eyes as she was transmitting the words in her heart to the computer screen through the keyboards, detailing her abrupt emotional gush. She cannot remember their last words and she most certainly cannot recall the last time they met. She kept questioning but all her questions were left unanswered. Perhaps she will never, never find the answers to those questions, just perhaps. WHY is the only word she could utter in the deadly silence. Why did the malevolent devil with that wicked smile kept haunting her, she queried. Why is God being so cruel, or more so remorseless to her, she wondered. Why is it that she never come to the terminal of depression after traveling on the train of misery all this while, she pondered. Will she ever get to see even the slightest glimmer of light despite of living in the gloom for her entire life, she doubted.

She had been living in an isolated, vacuumed space, where not a single soul could hear her in spite of her ear-deafening screams. Or probably she has been way too good in covering up her disconsolation. Little did she know about her current situation. She was totally ambiguous as to why the expression of gratitude called appreciation will only come knocking on her door after something has happened, concomitantly feeling the extreme exasperation out of her f*cking ignorance. If only she had shown more concern... If only she had cared for her more...If only....As much as she wanted to lend her helping hand, she was restricted. Don't ever try to tell her all those stereotypical bullshit like 'That's what life is all about!' and its likes. That's bullshit for Christ sake! Life isn't meant to be like this... Well, at least for her. It's 2am and she's still up, blogging. Seriously, she is mentally and physically worn out after acknowledging it, in addition to her hectic life. She swears her heart stopped for a moment. So, here she is, on her knees with her hands clasped tight in front of her forehead, whispering her prayers to the Almighty God to shower his blessings upon her, and them.

And as a reminder, no one is obliged to comprehend what is written. Don't blame yourself if you cannot understand the content.