Whether morning or late at night, whether the rising sun or the crescent moon, she's always hurting inside.
Loathing her ownself, crying over past mistakes, regretting everything.
She has these demons inside of her that never fail to redden her eyes and tear her apart.
"Stay strong. Don't lose this battle," people would say.
But she has already lost.
She has already been shattered to pieces.
She can't even fake a smile like she used to before.
She can't fall in love with anything for darkness has taken her soul.
She's an empty void.
And nothing can fill her up ever again.
She has lost this battle.