How to Grow Strong.

She lets her guard down,
Only in the nighttime.
And only to her pillows.
Bitterly alone,
She cries.
She lets every inch of broken glass,
Cut like razerblades,
Stream out her eyes.
She cries.
Red like blood,
Her tears.
The epitome of everything,
That hurts.
She grows afraid,
When the tears dont stop.
Violently she sobs.
Dreaming of the heartless souls.
The users.
The abusers.
The ignorant.
And the malicious.
Slowly,
Ever so slowly.
She drifts off to sleep.
And in her dreams,
She sees her wishes.
She sees love,
She sees hope.
These nights make her strong.
Each one giving her the strength,
The strength to move on.
To remove the scars.
The people who look out for only themselves.
To breathe fresh air.
To release the panic.
To know in her heart,
That one day soon,
She will find that reason.
The reason to live.
The reason to go on.
The reason to be happy.
And finally,
Yes, finally.
The beautiful girl,
With the beautiful soul,
Will smile when the night comes,
And she will thank it.
And finally,
Yes, finally,
She will love.