she is..

she sat down by the Conner where no one could noticed her presence...... thinking about those days when life was so simple to live looking up to the sky, wishing she was made as one "what's the point of my life"she asked herself a question "I mean I wake up every day but nothing to show for all those days"....no she isn't lamenting, probably soliloquizing..... she's the cautious type,yet she makes mistakes every now and then and voices up there making it hard to focus........days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and there she is >>>>still faking a smile just to go by she was told never to let her past define her.....but "who am I if my past can't define me"......she is not the cruel type "I'm kind and caring"but she's the loneliness person you will ever know she's always there through thick and thin.... she's someone's joygiver she love whole heartedly "I love love but love didn't love me back" she searched for love but only in the wrong faces she puts her hopes up,she trust easily yet.......... nothing favoured her instead she is left broken she's lonely she's drowning she's fading away.