Poems, Rants, and Vents. (depressing)

Life.

She is never where she is.
She dreams more than you think.
She is quiet on the outside, smiling like a sunshine;
But you don't know what's happening inside, she's battling her demons over what she once used to call "mine".
"you're worthless" and "you're a failure" is all she hears;
Still, she wakes up smiling, thinking everyday, her death nears.
She found some friends who cared,
Her happiness just couldn't be spared,
She was pulled away and was called a disgrace,
Tears wouldn't stop rolling down her face.
"End it here, surrender to us, we win" the demons said.
"They still care, you can prove them wrong." the angels supported.
"You're different, you're not beauty" she was rejected by her love.
"LET ME DIE! Why was I the chosen one to suffer!?" she asked the spirits up above,
"You were the strongest we heard, so we put you to a test!
You passed, but you need to take care of the rest."
She turns around to see a mess, it was her past and her pain.
She was in tears to see the scars, she left on herself,
"It wasn't worth it, I should've sought help!
But they got me here, gave me a reason to live."
"Don't regret the past, these scars are an art that cannot be understood
But why is it still hiding under a hood?"
"I'm not beautiful, as the art you call me-" "your strength and heart,
My darling, is the true art!"
She hugged the person as she cried all her sorrows out,
The person loved her for her being herself; "You're the perfect match" said the angels, without a doubt.
The demons lost despite their hardest of endeavour,
"Things do get better!" she said with a smile, brighter and happier than ever before.

sorry for typos and any other mistakes.
please do not steal.