Writing quotes
Trying to soften her demon's yells
She breaks again
Tears roll down her cheeks
As her voice get muffled with sobs
Looking around, tryin to break free from those chains that keep her dull
She sees the little snow ball
Her grandmother gave her a year before her death
That snow ball shines under her room lights
With weak legs she lifts herself and goes to the ball of hope
Taking it in her hands
Making snow fall on the little house as calming music plays
Calming her demons
Leaving her soul to rest
Before it shatters again into million of fragments
When the memories hunt her as the snow falls and music plays
