The Blade She Tightly Grips...

running till she was gasping for air she falls down, crumpling to her knees crying out in only silent painful screams from piled up hurt throughout her broken life her whole body is shaking with intense pain like a dagger that is cutting through her heart, and every bone being crushed, breaking apart. her wounded spirit is shattered, abandoned, tossed to the road to be carelessly trampled on everything is willing her to stay knocked down her world is completely crashing all around hanging her head, she feels immense shame with everything urging her so deeply inside enticing her to give up, and to believe the lies opening her clenched hand, blood drips from the blade she already tightly grips...