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During this time I can just laugh about how pretty beautiful things are.
It all seems so fake...
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That's What They All Say

30/10/2016 01:37
Ghost Dog

They said she couldn't get better. They told her upfront that it was the end, and there wasn't anything anyone could do. They were giving up and moving on. Although, she hung on; trying every day to win a battle against an opponent much stronger. And with every heartbeat it hurt more. And every breath was getting weaker. She was fighting her fears themselves and no one was there to help her. She was fighting and fighting, and she couldn't stop; for if she did, she would've lost.

With every breath she took her lungs sunk with the heaviness of tears. She was drowning in a sense of betrayal and abandonment. She saw them come and leave the room with more medication, but they never said a word. She was like an animal getting fed, a once loved puppy being thrown out and abandoned as an old dog, weak and sore. No one had the time for her and no one seemed to care. She was alone, and she was scared. 

But nothing can stop this girl. Even through all this, she stayed determined. Determined to win the battle and prove her strength. She took it as it came, and day after day she felt stronger. But no one saw the change. The doctors were corrosive to her cells and she was slowly getting destroyed, inside and out. 

The beast inside her would scream and struggle against its bonds. The physical bonds that sunk so deep into her flesh. So deep that her mind was getting strangled too.

She sought desperately the comfort of others. Her once cold soul was now a sponge observing all the affection she could get. 

But no one was willing to respond to her call. Avoidance of eye contact was their way of telling her they didn't care. And it was slowly sinking in that she had nothing to hold on to.

The medication just barely kept her alive, and her strong opponent was getting stronger as she was heading the opposite way. Although she felt stronger every day, reality was that her body was on the edge. She realized it now but wasn't willing to let go.

She was battling a battle for everyone else - just to prove to them how wrong they were. But were they? There was no longer a sense of comfort in breathing slowly. No longer a sign of strength in her heartbeat, that was now weak and force-less. Her unsteady breathing begun to fade now, to a point where the machines were her only link to life.

It harnessed her in it's cold grasp as she was hanging on to the edge of the cliff, her fingernails digging into the dirt and ripping from her soft flesh. The machines alienated her from reality and she was held in place by a few bloody strips of flesh, stretching the longer she stayed in place. They hurt, She was hurt.

She was burning with a desire to live but her flames were quickly choked by the drugs, overdosing as they slaked. 

It was nearing an end and everyone knew it. And there wasn't anything anyone could do. 

They told her it was the end.

 

"I couldn't prove them wrong" 

She sighed as her eyes locked shut, imprisoning her soul from what's ever left to see. 

Her heart was slowing down and the machines were screaming frantically for someone to come and save her, although to her the noise just sounded like laughter.

The dissonance was painful to listen to, as her heart steadied to a stop. Finally releasing her from all that was bad, allowing her, for once in her life, to finally let go.


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