Her only relief is sleep.
She sleeps to escape from reality, to get rid of the voice in her head that asks her to never wake up again.
To end the agony, to die.
She looks taciturn but she’s screaming inside – It doesn’t matter, nobody is listening.
They call her deranged, hostile-detached.
Nobody notices the anguish in her deep melancholy eyes.
Her thoughts have destroyed her more than blades ever could.
She looks back in sadness ,did he rape her mind too?
Some say it fades away with time,
NO, It doesn’t.
Trying to forget what happened was futile yet constantly brooding over it only made it worse.
She looks forward with hope.
By living, she did the right thing.
Death wasn’t an option
She WAS a VICTIM.
Now, she IS a SURVIVOR.