pixilmaster

The monster inside her weakens her Takes away the happiness of life, And her genuine smile, Replacing it with a fictitious, fake mask, Worn only in front of family and friends. It wears her down, from the inside out, A demon inside taking control of her body, Banishing her out, Making her feel as if she is a spectator in her own body… She is devoid of all content emotions: Happiness, joy, excitement. Yet the ruthless emotions stay, As if feeding the creature within each passing day: Heartbreak, pain, anger, fear… Walking in a vast expanse of darkness, All she can do is search, Day and night, For that small light ful