There Is No Description

Her thoughts haunt her at night to the point where she cries
She tries to put the images for her broken life out her mind; she no longer wants to think to die
Perhaps she needs to stop comparing herself to others, and she must stop weighing her live against theirs
She never feels lonely, but she’s always alone, never lonely, so how could this be??
Maybe it’s the battling with herself, being two people, one striving to survive, she can see.
She asks the question every day, “what’s wrong with me?’ She feels as if she doesn’t belong
With all this battling shes been fighting for months, she still haven’t killed herself, she’s still standing strong.
She hates the presence of each and every day, basking in the mist of longing for (a) life
She know she must not hate herself, she knows that will get her nowhere, she has to let her strong side always arrive
She refuses to face herself at times because she doesn’t want to see, become, and believe how much of a mess her life is
She longs to be done with this, to be in the future of good, to see what the truth about her is
But she is taking it day-by-day, trying to survive and outlive the way she always feel
She must stay strong, endure, and overcome all of this one day cuz she knows she has fighting will.