She no longer felt a pure feeling of animosity inside of her,
Like all of her power had just floated out of her body,
Leaving her dead inside.
Nostalgia, heart-break, a longing for a kind soul of pure comfort.
With these wishes she felt herself burying her emotionless body even further into the pit of despair that had lived inside of her soul for many years now.
She covered the pit over with fake feelings of hope, happiness and self confidence,
Leaving her hopeless at the bottom,
She was buried deep in the pit of despair which inhabited her every emotion,
Isolated from everyone around.
She'd been heartbroken too many times before,
And she could not enjoy things how she used to any longer,
Because she was no longer ready to take the world by storm,
But to take the long rope,
Made from despair, self-pity, depression and the lost hope that wondered from her that very night,
Wrap it around her neck,
And disintegrate into nothing but a memory and a gravestone,
Like she never really existed at all.