And she dies

It had been too long. She couldn't take anymore pain. I want you all to just close your eyes and see in front of you a girl. She's so naive and she never wanted to hurt anyone. She always loved her parents, respected them. She always smiled like the world wanted her to. She always hid away her fears and did what she was told to. But she's so tired of holding on. She's so tired. Just so tired.

If you look into her eyes, she'll look away. Because it reminds her of how her world looked at her, and now she's just too scared to face it. If you still look you'll see how much she suffers. How much she's in pain and despair. You'll look at her and see she's broken inside. Torn apart into shreds. Like flesh. She's dead. But yet she lives for the world. For the world. Not her world anymore. 

She's so love deprived. She's so broken. She's so sad. She's crying. She's tired. She doesn't want to let go, but it's all made her. Everything she's gone through has killed her. Yet the only one thing she loved killed her too. Why does she even have to live. It would be cruel to let her live now. She just wants to go away. In obscurity. She can't write anymore, she can't paint. She was told to wait. But it's all gone. She can't wait. She can't breathe. She's so broken on the inside. 

Everyone gets a miracle. Yours might be getting into your favourite college or touching the stars. Hers was just to meet him. Just the simple fact that taught her love was him. He was like the water to her drought. He was the stars of her sky. He was the Nemo to her ocean. She shivered that night. Because she lay alone. As dark and deep with cuts and scratches and blood around her. Her hair were short. Her skin so wrinkled. She didn't take care of herself anymore. She was weak. And the world made her so. She was scarred. The world made her so. She was ruined. The world made her so. She was dying. The world made her. But just as she tried to live. She dies. And he killed her.