she lived through pitch blackness
she held siccors to her stomach for hours on end
she held bottles of bleach in her hands
her tears silently falling as she tried bringing it up to her lips
she endoured the razors finest points
the nights when she cried so hard she could not sleep
because her pillows being so wet and cold
and her horrible thoughts kept her awake.
shesurvived being hit by bus
in her mind
every time shed see one speeding down the road.
she fought through the urgesto jump in front of them
even when she was stepping off the sidewalk into deaths face
she faught and she stepped back
and she told herself
"just one more day...
just one more day..."
but slowly, something happened.
she began to notice that she wasnt holding herself back
every time a car wizzed by.
something kept her from hurting her alreaghty scarred hips in the shower that night
like her skin was suddenly titanium
the blade couldnt touch her like it had
something was happening.
she opened her eyes one morning and wasnt dissipointed that she hadnt suffocated in her sleep
she forgot the hiding place for the torture devices
her voice started coming back
in places other than a notebook and the skin on her hips
the scars began fading and werent brought back
she actually willingly smiled without thinking
about how se hated herself so god damed much
she did it
and she did it
and she did it because she fought
she fought against thhe demons who bore swords
with her slight desire for survival
and she won
she is new again.
no, it was not immediate
not it did not take mere seconds.
months of agoniszing battles
most of which she lost.
but she continued.
and shes still here.