She fights the demons every day. People call her weak because of the scars she bares. Little do they know how strong she really is. Little do they know how much strength it takes to fight those demons every second of the day. Day after day. With no reprieve. Little do they know how the darkness swarms her, surrounds her. How it steals all the light from her until she is no longer herself. Until she is just a shell with no means of defense against those demons. Those demons who changed her. Who broke her. She fights those demons every day.
People call her weak. They have no idea how strong she really is. How strong she has become. How strong she has had to become.
