She whispers in the night,
Oh what a terrible fright,
The voices how they cloud her mind,
No happiness she did find.
She walks the streets,
Her playlist on repeat.
Every song that plays,
We're memories of her days.
She writes down her thoughts,
Of the demons She had fought.
The war is not over yet,
She is forever in his debt.
Sometimes you just got to accept how things are.
Instead of fighting, love all of your scars.
They will always be a part of you...
Time to accept the truth..
©terrylin53
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