I look in the mirror but all i see is this pathetic girl...a coward. All she does is run from herself....her problems. Afraid to deal with the issues shes faced with everyday.....arguments, harsh words spoken, hits exchanged in a battle she will never win. With the woons to prove her defeat. With every step back wards she encloses herself into coldness, darkness, silence. Death holds her life, like a card game, using her mistakes as a strategy. When shes with him nothing matters. She looks forward, awaiting the day when all the hellish nightmares stop consuming her reality and he'll be standing there, reaching out to release her soul from the shadows, her pain, sorrow, stains from battle sinks down into the darkness. She left behind her old life and old habits. As she awakes in the warmth of the sun she also awakes to an ever greater reflection....its herself laying in the arms of her savor.
