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Another day
Another tear
Another night
Another fear
Another struggle
Another fight
As she fought
To defeat the demons inside
Wriggling, gasping
She finally lay still
As the monsters won
Yet another time
She fought with her demons every night. Every day was a struggle too. There was no one who could read her thoughts. And no one who could control the overflowing emotions. And while she struggled to keep a hold on her feelings, she failed miserably, and let the demons engulf her heart once again!
Her blood ran deep
So did her cuts.
She loved seeing the blood slowly seep from her wrists
and she covered them up
She broke glass and cut too deep
Her scars are what hold her past-
-Or what's left of it.
She never told anybody
She thought she deserved it.
Now, a year clean, her scars show her
fears
faults
memories
weaknesses.
But she's proud.

— The End —