Of the monster she has become.

Not acknowledging the last time she ever felt happy or how does it feel like anymore ; she let her sadness enfold her reckless soul. Her inner monsters and demons decided to sit in and curb her thoughts that she has lost control over a while ago, cracking up her self-confidence and building up mountains of insecurity inside her where she held the whole world over her shoulders.

Restless and reckless she takes her bitter breath hoping that she would stop breathing soon to get rid of all the reality’s gloom. Little did she know that it never gets better or the way we wish to does as she had a weak dim flame of hope that kept fading away with every disappointment she faces.
Storms of unhealthy thoughts and melancholic emotions roamed inside her awakening her monsters as they started eating her inside up till she became empty and unwanted. Nobody accepted her the way she is, nobody wanted her nor noticed her existence which has already started questioning herself about; it didn't matter because she didn't want herself too.

With her faith being slipping away softly leaving her with a painful breeze of memories of how things were; she fell apart. Being moved by the sad melody of her favourite depressing tunes of music, her streaming salty tears were quenching her monsters’ thirst giving them more invincible power which ended up with her soul torn apart.

She became fearless, emotionless and heartless as her negative suicidal thoughts were what’s left behind for her, yet she couldn't end it her life and that’s when the bloody torture has begun leaving her physiologically at the end of her own rope. She knew she had no one; not even herself. Seconds passed like days and death seemed closer to her eyes as she was being stabbed inside. She was powerless but she had to do something to save herself as he knew she’s a ghost to everyone around.

Careless about everything, she kept going on with blood pouring all over her inside waiting for the moment her weary soul would break free.

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