Story of a Queen

Inside, I was dead. Outside, I had to prove everyone how strong I was. At each step I make there is someone ready to tell me what was wrong about it.

I am scared, I will give you that. You can't really understand my situation. Nobody can. Can they? How would they? They don't know me at all.

The story is simple, I will spare you the details. I murdered my husband, now I have to live with it.

I mean, I am still not sorry about it. He was an asshole, everybody knew it but still they would cut my throat open if they could find out.

Well, I hope they won't. But if they do, my story ends with you.