Everybody has a cycle, a series of repetitious events per se; whether it be you fall into the same abusive relationships or have the undying need to try and save everybody because you think they deserve someone to believe in them, we all have a story. We all have a cycle.
They all assumed she was okay, leaving her to think about the events that would make her head spin ’round tirelessly. Just then, she had realised one thing about herself; she would never be okay again.
“Help,” she whispered before allowing that one painful tear to slide down her left cheek.
Happiness tears from the right eye—-Pain tears from the left.
Change is inevitable, love is powerful,
pain is the deepest. Rescue is possible, you don’t have to do this alone.