Chained

She was slowly breaking. Going back to the point from where she started. Gurgling out the sorrow that she thought she could hold back as long as she lived. Tearing up blood through her hollow and tired eyes, begging for the world to stop. 
But does it even matter?
Does it matter that she was slowly drifting into darkness as it was prevailing, trying to engulf her everyday. Trying to stab her bones with sharp daggers. Trying to make sure that she stops trying the very next moment. 
Struggling, choking for air, she continued to get up, only to get knocked down on her knees, again. 
For some reason, it hurts to think that the world is a nasty place. She tries to think other wise, only to be proved wrong, again and again. 
Is it really worth it?
Is it really worth all the struggle that she has to go through in order to free herself from the chains that bind her? Every jolt leave red marks on her skin. Some makes sure that it never leaves her flesh. Yet her naïve mind thinks that everything is going to fade away someday.
Little does she know that the only thing that’s gonna fade away are people and places. But memories are gonna bruise her more vividly, everyday, until darkness surrounds her completely, engulfing her.

 -Ananya Gupta
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