She is a mess but doesn't want people to see that, least they judge her for being weak.
The battles are getting harder
The demons are way stronger
She is exhausted
Pain to great to ignore
Nothing more appealing than to lie down and never have to get up again.
I am fine she says
Just a scratch
Am okay
Just a tear
Just a scream
Just a cut
She is going crazy...
Would you kiss my lips knowing a razor kissed my wrists she asks..
Her wrist are stained
Her heart a broken mess
Eyes,an ocean of sorrows
Mind far too lost in the abyss
Aye her demons are back to drag her back into her abyss, the lonely limbo
And they might just succeed for she has no strength left to fight them off.
She might just be loosing the war without even winning a battle.