Her hair once golden and her eyes sparkled with hope and happiness. She now lie there at 4 am, tears rolling down her cheeks, wondering what to do with her broken heart. Part of her knew that she could find happiness and she so desperately wanted recovery but her intellect had been destroyed, so it just dragged her back into the darkness. She held onto a love for a boy with viridescent eyes that sparkled as hers once had. Maybe that’s what drew her to him, or the fact that he created a brighter, more vivid, place for her to vacate. With all said and done her life did not consist of drugs, or crime. There were no significant deaths, or catastrophic episodes but day in day out she fought a war against her own demons. The demons convinced her that they were all she had and no matter how much fighting they would always win.
