"When did I stop being enough?" 

Her hand glided across the page as she wrote hurridly.

She looked onto the tear stained, blood splattered page.

"When did my life become this?"

The tears flowed and her breaths were short and sharp.

Tear after tear slid down her bony, cold face.

Soon enough, her mascara dripped down, 

Leaving her with raccoon eyes.

 

Suddenly, the door flung open.

It was him.

Not a single word, 

Not even a glimpse.

The snow flew in behind him.

She could not muster her strength to ask him to close the door.

She softly closed her book,

And desparately tried to drown her demons.

 

Sip by sip, she tried,

Tried ever so hard to drown them out.

With a loud clunk,

That bony cold face hit the floor boards.

Silly girl, demons know how to swim.