Every breathe of hers is as her last
She isn't scared to close her eyes
Even as she watches her pure crystal hair falls away and her admiring tanned skin that illuminates beneath the morning sun turns cold, she still believe that just as other days she could scale through the next.
Every day is a battle most especially the ones that comes from her mind, is like trying to ignore the clamor of crowds, it difficult to when they had laid tents just below your window.
But nothing scares her even the looks of doubt in their eyes, the constant needles that find it way through her veins, its as a reminder of a battle not yet over and soon peace will find her maybe not here but the life after.