She was never this much tired..
She's broken inside by this endless cycles of pain and judgments.
She was standing at the edge of an intermediate between Passing and Failing.
She couldn't win the hearts of the Upper Thrones but still willing to give away everything she has.
She doubts herself now..
She's just a step closer to end up again into a dreadful sea of depression..
She's just surviving and not actually living.
This constant pain will so far leave scars on her heart which no one shall cure or heal.
Each day in the struggle of achieving something new,
Her demons play their role and fetch an ounce of her and more each day..
She has become crude and numb inside.
But still her soul cries out for help waiting for someone to drag her from this darkness, instead she could only receive tissue to wipe out the tears.
She's scared, wrathful, stoned and only builds up her confidence daily to get it crumbled by the world at the end..
Now the only option seems visible to her is stand and fight for her right or leave it alone to drown herself into this ocean.
