The anger blazed in her eyes,

The confusion leading her to the wonders of the dark,

The sadness burning down her cheeks, reminding her of the saltiness of betrayal.

Those bags under her eyes weighed no less than the weight on her shoulders.

Every pound of her heart is like a mistake kept on a reminder.

The voice of trouble, disguised as the angel, guides her to the black wickedness of life.

She was not afraid of death, but of herself.

She stares at the flames of all she had, which has now burned down in ashes.

You win. I lose she cried. 

For promises were always broken, she has gotten used to the pain.

The happy facade is to hold her up, but the wrecking balls hit her guards down.

While her demons wash her happiness into vain.

The family who abandoned her, the friends who betrayed her, and he who broke her were the only voices in her head now.

She waited for the joy to arrive, but she keeps a mantra that keeps her alive till then,

she can't wait for too long because,

One cut and she will be numb and,

One truth, for which she will be freed from the chains of lies.

And one promise, which she wished had never been broken.

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