Cornered by ruthless self loathing.
Desperate, but never desperate enough. Nothing ever changes.
The days and nights go by and she stays the same. Her appearance differing slightly but her soul just as damaged.
Her mind has found new outlets, and for now...they work.
She knows her past will catch up to her.
On those lonely nights when nothing but her thoughts fill the space between her ears.
She slips into the darkness. Realizing she isn't very far from before.
Feeling like she is constantly fighting life, fighting to live.
Afraid to age, afraid to feel, afraid to fall.....afraid to die
