Her shot eyes screamed at her to go to sleep
But her demons convinced her not too
She hears that the only way to live is to fear death
In her case that means fear is a threat
Her thighs are swelling from forgotten memories of the past scarring
And her wrist itch everytime she looks at it and remembers what she had given up
She questions herself if it was worth the relief that she lost
And the demons convince her that the relief should not have been lost at all