In an attempt to overcome the oblivion, she decided to let go of her fettered heart…The fear of what’s to come captivated her senses and ripped her dreams apart…
Faded pictures of smiles and of sunny days halted her every step and stride…
She knew that from her tainted memories there was no place to run or hide!
No more parties in the moonlight or dancing till the sunrise…
You could see no more tears of joy in her weary and poignant eyes…
In an attempt to burry those thoughts of pain somewhere she couldn’t even find!
The anxiety of the struggles and disappointments ahead could not be left behind…
Fading sounds of delirious cries in the background held her back once more…
She was sure that she might find something better – or worse – behind that new door!
Outlived; 
i didn't get this piece of writing that much… i didn't know where do u wanna get with it… but it is nice… good luck with what u'll find behind that new door!!
it's not about what you will find behind the new door; it's about who you are with when you discover something new.