She's in pain... A pain deep inside... A pain that can't be shared with anyone... A pain that will devour her ever so slowly until there's nothing left but a vein with no blood... What is a vein with no blood? What is a person with no hope?...
She's deep in thought... Thoughts that keep squirming in her head... Thoughts that entangle her... She fights back, pushing back, but they never leave...
She's alone... Living in her lonely cell... With walls she put up with her bare hands... Oh the days she spent... Oh the pain she felt...
She's hopeful... Cutting marks on the wall, counting down the days until she's free... Until her hero comes and rescues her from this prison... Until she can feel again... Feel, what a strange word indeed...
She's tired... Tired of trying... Tired of wanting something that can never come true... Tired of begging and not knowing how deeply it hurts... Tired of forgiving and being forgotten... Tired of forgetting and not forgiving herself... Tired of not wanting to forget, but having no reason to not to... Tired of people passing by, and not noticing that a girl is crying in a corner because she's tired...
Why bother tolerating?
