Trapped.
She sits on her throne in the middle of her cage. Stark white
walls surround her on all four sides, there is no way for her to get out, and
the room encases her in her own private hell. The slight ticking of a clock
mimics the beat of her withering heart. She is glued to her thoughts, obsessed
and completely consumed. She lives in a
daze of emotions, each tumbling over each other like trees in a hurricane. She
has no idea what is happening around her, what is happening in her mind. Her
entire world has turned upside down, and she can’t seem to make it okay. Is it
all in her head, or is this her reality? Surrounded by these thoughts, these
thoughts that destroy her with every breath she takes. Slowly she deteriorates
into the very monsters that haunt her, and she turns into one of the weaklings
that she despises.
She looks in the mirror across the room and she doesn't see anything, it is an empty reflection. Not even a fragment of the human she was still remains. She has deprived herself of the hope that things may get better. That she may get better. She has abandoned her faith and no longer believes. She has no way to release herself from the misery she puts herself through, it is all within her and yet the pain feels external, the pressure weighs her down, she feels as if she is being buried alive.
With each passing second her ghosts inch closer, snickering at her, their presence cause her skin to prickle and makes her feel queasy. She can’t take the offensive. She is submissive and allows them to rule her because she has no way to fight these demons she has created. They are her creation and she doesn't know how to destroy them, they are out of control and she is merely their puppet. There is no choice but to listen to the words they whisper into her ears. The words that incite the emotions she has been trying to suppress but to no avail. The very words she has told herself through the years, every day of her life. She wants to scream out, but no sound escapes her body. And that is it; she is stuck in this state for all of eternity. She will be stuck in the same place, forever. While all she can think of is someday, but someday is a lie, because someday means never.
She looks in the mirror across the room and she doesn't see anything, it is an empty reflection. Not even a fragment of the human she was still remains. She has deprived herself of the hope that things may get better. That she may get better. She has abandoned her faith and no longer believes. She has no way to release herself from the misery she puts herself through, it is all within her and yet the pain feels external, the pressure weighs her down, she feels as if she is being buried alive.
With each passing second her ghosts inch closer, snickering at her, their presence cause her skin to prickle and makes her feel queasy. She can’t take the offensive. She is submissive and allows them to rule her because she has no way to fight these demons she has created. They are her creation and she doesn't know how to destroy them, they are out of control and she is merely their puppet. There is no choice but to listen to the words they whisper into her ears. The words that incite the emotions she has been trying to suppress but to no avail. The very words she has told herself through the years, every day of her life. She wants to scream out, but no sound escapes her body. And that is it; she is stuck in this state for all of eternity. She will be stuck in the same place, forever. While all she can think of is someday, but someday is a lie, because someday means never.
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