Tragically beautiful

Her

She sits alone and scared in a room shrouded in darkness
she is not man nor beast but something in between.
Something elegant and yet dangerous.
She does not need prey or another to hold.
She only craves one thing...
Freedom.
She is scared
she herself doesn't know where her fear originates from.
Perhaps she is terrified of herself or what others might think of her.
The days she spent feeling like this were unbearable.
She lets out a little chuckle at that.
Others...As if there was such a thing in her universe.
Everyday she dies a little more, slowly deteriorating into the nothingness she already feels to be prevalent.  
She wonders if this is it,
if she's doing something wrong or if she is not living but merely surviving;
surviving the brutal grasp of her existence.
It is very tragic but she herself sees the beauty.
The beauty in the simplicity, in the little things that makes her life hers.
All of this is so wretched and and horrific.
She can't stand this room that she calls her world and the more she ponders on the thought of what might be held on the other side the more rage she feels.
She lashes out at the walls.
Claws, punches, and kicks them. She does anything she can to try to rid these walls that she despises so much.
She cries and yells still pounding at the walls.
She will not stop.
She continues this behavior for what seems like years.
She doesn't stop when her knuckles are bloody or when her claws are taken from her hands. She will not stop.
She keeps pounding at the walls doing everything she can to try and end it all.
She is slowly withering away.
Slowly getting weaker and weaker.
And due to her madness she does not stop pounding at the walls.
She doesn't see the beauty in this room anymore.
All that is, or once seemed beautiful now haunts her as she pounds on these walls.
She hopes that her savior will come...but there is no such thing coming.
What is on the other side of these walls?What is being kept from her that was so important that they felt the need to subdue her in this prison of a room.
When she finally wants to stop pounding the walls her body will not let her stop.
Then she sees a dent in the wall.
No bigger than an inch.But that mere inch gives her hope that there is another side that may hold her freedom.
She continues to pound at the wall and the dent gets bigger.
She is now ecstatic that she may leave this prison.
She pounds on the walls once more and they give way.
She did it.
But as soon as she got a whole big enough to fit her head through she wished she never tried.
The fantastic horrors that were behind that wall were so terrible, so dangerous and wretched that
she almost fell into the hole of insanity.
The pit that so many try to overcome but in the end wind up defeated.
She quickly withdrew her head from the evil spot in the wall where she almost lost herself in the madness.
Now she felt another type of fear a type of fear that has never been presented to her before.
She quickly tried to cover the hole again.
It didn't work.
She franticly tried to fix her mistake before it killed her but the damage was already done...
That heinous world she saw held so much disgust and horror that she decides to rid herself of the
terrible sight.
She saw only one solution to this problem and and accepted it with open arms.
So with a quick jerk she took a sharp peace of stone that she had broken off the wall
and imbedded it into her eyes one at a time.
She let out a sigh of relief and laid on her floor.
She could feel the blood rush out of her eye sockets and let out a chuckle.
The demons couldn't get to her now.
She knew this was it and she was the end and she now finally felt a sense of serinity.
This new sense took her by surprise.
She fell the words come out of her mouth without her telling it what to do.
"I was not happy, sad or anything in between.I was something entirely different. Something
that no being has ever witnessed.
I was something that rode along the white clouds of joy
and the blue seas of sadness.
And this has led me to the actions i have done.
These actions may be considered delusional but if any sane person would do the same."
She felt light headed and knew this was it.
Her last words.
But she was now beautiful.
She tried to picture the sight of the crimson red blood trickling down her body. She heard the sounds of it flowing like a calm stream.
She did not feel pain rather she felt a different sensation. She didn't know what to call this.So with her last breathe she whispered.
"For I am and forever will be Tragically Beautiful."
And like that she was gone.
All that was left was a room with a body. Unheard, non-existent and unknown of.
Drifting through oblivion
Forever...