She's tired of trying.
The truth is, she feels like she's dying.
Slower and slower...
Painfully slow as she becomes a numbed zombie-like shell of a girl she used to know.
It doesn't mater though, it never does.
She gets up and brushes herself off- moving forward.
Little does anyone know, she's struggling.
I know there's hope to go on in there somewhere.
When she's alone...
All she does is cry.
All she does is sleep.
But does she really?
Or is sleep a portal to another realm?
Whether it is or isn't, it's hell either way.
Not only is reality hell, but so are her constant nightmares.
When will she get a chance at peace? At a happiness that lasts more than a minute?
She does the motions-- day to day...
Each one determining which hell is going to be worse.
After a while, it gets harder to separate reality and sleep.
What is what?
How can she know?
What is going on?
She's still fighting to live with her demons peacefully...
But it's hard with them constantly trying to drag her bac