She's Just a Boy

Chapter 1- My Own Demon

Everyday went by in a blur... It was as if the words of my prophecy were smudged by a stream of tears. Everything in my life at that time was erased because none of it mattered, no one mattered, I did not matter... My reasons for existing were none but I kept challenging my demons. My reflection was distorted an abstract portrait that could never be rearranged. My desires were corrupt as well since what I was doing was vain and vandalising the bonds I yearned for . I would drown myself in sorrow as I showered in disgust. I was a girl with the mask of a boy or was it the other way around... This continuous sequence of mental slavery was consuming me I could not break free from its taunting chains as I hallucinated them. This was my life until I met her...