Long days lead to long sleep less nights.
The night sends shivers down my spine as I await the turning of the tables as my days go by.
In agony I await for the removal of the shackles. For the icy kiss of death.
A dismal existence full of heart ache and shame. Pain at every corner. Dreams cascaded in a dark cloud.
Tear soaked pillows and blood shot eyes. Bleeding wrists. Pills line the floor of her bedroom. Pain so unbearable and yet death eludes her. Dragging on her miserable existence. Laughter, shrill malicious greats her ear drums.
Painted masks because she wishes she could be someone else. Belly always empty, the rib cage making an appearance because she thinks Shes large.
Scared to love, for love is fickle in this world. A moment of bliss never makes up for an eternity of hell.
Always quite, shy, hiding behind a black drawn hood. Blue eyes stained with anguish.
It seems hopeless, a never ending  cycle. Then, her heart finds love. A savior in the mist of demons. He holds her close and keeps her safe. He shows the light and guides her. He pulls her away from the misery she once knew.