It’s been 8 years.

It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker.
Since people started looking a little villainy.

It’s been 8 years since the heart has became heavy, and the scars deeper.

It’s been 8 years since she learnt that life is meant to not be lived but survived.

Its been 8 years of a storm that never ends, and the clouds that never move.

It’s been 8 years since she first thought, maybe death is better than this life. Better than dying everyday while still breathing until your lungs explode.

It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker, but today she says enough is enough.

Because for 8 years she lived in pieces, and today she picks those up to live in peace for once