She thought it was just time to give up ...
She was so tired of questioning whether or not she was enough.

She took a good look in the mirror and wondered how all her problems always brought her here.

If someone doesn't want her just the way she is then fuck them. What was so awful about her that everything and everyone made her feel condemned?

She took one last good look at the person she couldn't stand to face. The person who disguises all the pain and self hatred underneath her surface.

She was done with the pointless conversation she wanted to fall into lyrics.. she needed poetry by music...

she craved depth.. a reason for her next breath.