Some people have a passion for art , some for business , some love , some cooking , however Lillith had a diferent kind of passion , a passion for hurt , a passion to hurt herself so much that she just became an easel for her wounds .
Lillith was different from the others you see, she despised her own very own self , she had this inexplicable desire to erase her existence just so someone else more “worthy” could take her place .
She took a silver piece of metal , so tiny yet capable of so much , she looked at it , and wondered if she’s making the wrong decision .
She looked into the mirror and that’s when she realized that her passion for the scars on her arms were after all not really passion at all , it was simply a desire , masquerading as a passion .
She looked at her blade and and tossed it away , grabbing the marker in her pocket and opening the notepad . She wrote this -” Let passion and desires be part of you , don’t let them consume you , because after all all passion without soul is like a tree without roots .”