Depression.
She's silent, invisible, a jail bird in her own body.
There's no use in pretending to be happy, she has nothing to hide anymore.
Constantly second guessing,regretting and trying to forget.
She's drowning in an abyss of her own dark thoughts.
The fact that she knows she can't escape the emotions is killing her on the inside.
She wants to be the butterfly that flies to their own oasis.
But all butterflies die at some point.
