No tears shed for all that she lost. She sat, sad, alone, in pain.
But no, she didn't cry.
Boy, did she want to. But she couldn't.
Tears would not flow from her pale blues.
She watched herself push everyone away from her, but she did not weep.
For she knew no one loved her. In the end they'd leave her.
She ignored them. She did not cry. She steeled herself.
She his behind a fragile wall and we into a world she did not know.
A world she'd soon be familiar with.
The world of deep self-hatred.
