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Everyday becomes more of a struggle.
Each and every breath
Seems pointless,
And with every beat of her heart
There is an ache.

A sip of alcohol
To numb the pain,
But it never lasts.
Here is another drink
She is letting herself slip.

Her mind keeps playing tricks,
Is what she knows real?
The voices keep talking.
Louder and louder they become
No longer can she ignore.

Her world has become haunted,
She has given up.
A dying soul,
There is nothing left
From the life she used to live.

Terrorizing nights are spent awake
She cannot bear to sleep.
Afraid of what she will see,
She covers her eyes
And prays' to make it out alive.

She longs to live,
But desires to die.
She has the strength,
But is too weak.
She cannot go on.

So she runs and hides
From herself.
But it does not last,
It is impossible to hide from yourself,
I know that now.