Whimpering, weaping, and wilted;
Whimpering, weaping, and wilted; resembling a flower in the fall, once she starts this she cannot stand tall.Thoughts fluster her mind which makes it harder to give up the crying. Smart enough to know her worth, yet too caught up to believe so, she can't seem to remember all the love she has felt although the love never disappeared; covered with an overlying hatred instead. Eyes closed, disappearing into her dreams, waking only to look in the mirror and hate the person she sees.