As an impending doom gripped her at night,
Her demons rose up and announced a war,
She fought with such courage, such zeal,
But that wasn't enough to take them down all.
As the battle continued, she ought to still fight,
Blood was spilt on the battlefield till dawn,
That night her body covered with scars,
Not just scars, but bruises too,
So beautiful, yet so vile
These were the battle wounds of a determined young girl,
This was the proof that she was a fighter for life.
With a heart full of hope and such sparkle in her eyes,
The demons came and took it all away.
They left her with nothing, except anything self-destructive,
This was all so unproductive.
It was all in her head
Happiness was just an illusion,
She was lost in her own confusion,
She couldn't drown her demons,
Because they knew how to swim.
Finally one day she dropped her silver sword,
She swallowed her pride as emptiness surrounded her soul,
She dropped her big smile as her lungs gasped for air.
Ans she whispered to herself
"I can't do this anymore"
Just because the scars heal doesn't mean the pain does too