Fightingforsalvation.

To give up, her lists in a uproar of confusion every standard slowly losing it passion for what this life is supposed to excuse. "Why not?" loses its appeal towards life and begins to side with the death of her spirit. Her insecurities once again antagonize, convincing her the lies they have churned were not only possible but the reality of her being. The outside angels scream to her hoping to sit beside her on the throne waiting but she is incapable to hear, they have given up. She unknowingly incapacitates her gift. The dissapointment continuously rising in depth because when expectations align with reality hope becomes a nothingless thought passing through the critiria we beseech in our minds making possibilities if anything end. She intakes these thoughts and forces out all daydreams for they only bring dismay. But here I stand carrying the love she left for the world in my arms refusing to give up anymore of what she already has, for in the right mindset what was lost is forever retainable. To not beleive now has lost any opposing options, I have to....her lust for life depends on it.