#persistenceisthekey

In her dark mesmerizing eyes,

I saw the dull skies.

Deep thoughts that are trapped in her messed up mind, 

I've heard her loud hidden cries.

On her pale lips,

I have read thousands of unsaid words. 

And in the canvas of her black soul,

I saw her colorless world.

In her bright but messy hair

I saw a white brought by anxiety,

And in her exhausted brain,

I can feel it drifting away from reality.

I guess I am her and she is me. 

While she's standing in front of a mirror, 

Pain is all I can see.

Yes she's a warrior, but sometimes a worrier. 

She'll get through it, she always does.

A strong heart she has. 

Because the Lord promised her,