It’s a cold dark Saturday night.. She’s been up since four am thinking outside in the weather wishing she could do better and when she opens up the door she sees bottles on the floor.. There’s no where to hide. She can’t do this no more.. so tired of the pain and you winning this game…. I can’t sacrifice anymore. If only there were still some good in the world.. can skies of grey just fade away. Is it to late for me to win this war.. when the darkness grows. The weak will fall.. There’s no one to help at all.