She sees them walk by without a care in the world.

Wondering how their lives could be so easy.

She pulls down her long sleeves to hide the bruises.

Going home is no longer an option for her.

Those drunken nights she longs to forget await her.

Maybe if she locks her door and pulls the covers over her head, she'll be okay.

She can only hide the bruises for so long.

Tonight she will escape.

Escape from the hell called reality.

The blood no longer does it for her, it's not enough.

Tonight will be the night that she finally wins the war.

She loses herself in the beauties of destruction.

Enveloped by that sliver of hope.

Forever forgotten by the world around her.