Her heart

You were so wrapped up in your bubble that you Every word of affirmation she ever said to you were controlled more by her hysterical fear than

failed to look beyond what you saw She feigned happiness around you.

her own heart.

Her fear of losing you, the thought of you... She loved you, though. That wasn't hysteria But fear and happiness don't walk the same street

You were oblivious to her facade

Beneath that, she was fragile and broken. No, you couldn't see, and down came everything

you thought you built so high up.

It was the Beginning of the End.

But nevertheless she still loved you