There she laid, tears on her cheeks, her sobs muffled by the fabric of her pillow. A blanket hiding her from the world around her.

" I can't be happy"

A thought anxiety try to feed. Her breathing increased as she hugged herself, like she wanted someone to hug her. Yet no one knew how sad she was. Offline... people read as she disappeared from the twisted world of social media. It doesn't take much to hurt her soft heart. So soft and small.

Darling, how does she survive? Though the wars and the battles of her mind and memories. How does she survive through all this pain in her past? How does she do it?

Because she still believes in..