He was her only reason to stay alive
Nothing else mattered
She fighted for him more than she was willing to fight for her own life
They said she was so young for it , their words sank in deep in her heart .
She digged deep her skin with her nails , but she felt nothing
Cuz she was numb for she was dead deep inside .
She cried everyday before sleep it was like a habit , sometimes she had reasons , sometimes she didn't . her doomed thoughts in her head & the unknown voices in her ears were her sweet bedtime stories .
A/N I don't know if this is poetry or anything but at least its my story .
