Even with a multitude of things going on around her she feels dazed
Consumed by her own hell fighting off demons she can’t account for
Consumed by the what ifs, the maybe’s, and petrified by the nos
She sees failing as her only option
Breathing is a privilege
For she knows all to well what it feels like to fight
Once had a purpose and a vision
Now clouded with gloom and despair
Once had a smile so bright
Now erased by uncertainty and doubt
Dazed
Unaware of the things going on around her because she’s consumed by her own personal fear
She’s consumed by her own personal hell
Unaware of how to break the chains that bind her soul
Held captive in her own misery
She sees no light at the end of the tunnel
And why should she?
She is enthralled with the familiar company