She cried, silently dying as the world believed her wary smile.

Alone, depressed, trapped in box with no holes for air.

She wanted it; death. Not caring who would miss her, only thinking of freedom from the pain knowing suicide would condemn her to hell.

Secrets torturing her mind, corrupting what was left of her soul, piercing through her heart.
Its too late.

She’s fading, the world becomes her playground as she strides through the ghostly streets.

Failing to push any further, a voice whispers in her ear begging her to breathe again; giving her the hope, comfort & desperate love she needed.

With one plunge to the heart, like ashes reforming to become whole again, she arose and lived with a renewed faith.

Hope strengthening her weaken frail heart, re-charging her heart, giving her faith to believe.



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