Tears ran down her cheeks.
She was crying beside the grave,
realizing it was too late.

She wanted to escape,
Escape from the madness.
A never ending nightmare,
Killing her piece by piece.

The sorrow and the sadness got the best of her.
A girl that once were happy lost her spark,
Lost all her hope.

But, how did she not realize that it was the hardship that slowly made her stronger?
How did she not see the flowers that grew in the darkest of places?

Years passed by and she did.
She saw the flowers,
Picked them one by one.
And started walking with her head up high,
Stronger than before.