I Give Up
If this is my existence, then I refuse to exist. I hand my cards right back to the dealer. I fold.
She is still the disenchanted princess who is still locked in her tower. Her fortress that is to be her grave. She shivers. She is in the dark. She is alone. She lies awake in bed, crying. Crying because she cannot fall asleep. Crying because she cannot do anything. She hates herself when she goes to sleep, she hates herself when she wakes. Wondering why... why why WHY. Why she cannot adapt. Why she cannot change. Why she is so incompetent. Why she fails. And wonders how she ever became this way. How she let herself dissolve to this, this shit.
There is not much hope. And yet, there remains an ounce that she might one day be rescued. Whether she be her own savior. Whether she sets herself free.
Her tears make her faint, yet she retains her beauty. Her beauty might possibly be her only way out.
She is still the disenchanted princess who is still locked in her tower. Her fortress that is to be her grave. She shivers. She is in the dark. She is alone. She lies awake in bed, crying. Crying because she cannot fall asleep. Crying because she cannot do anything. She hates herself when she goes to sleep, she hates herself when she wakes. Wondering why... why why WHY. Why she cannot adapt. Why she cannot change. Why she is so incompetent. Why she fails. And wonders how she ever became this way. How she let herself dissolve to this, this shit.
There is not much hope. And yet, there remains an ounce that she might one day be rescued. Whether she be her own savior. Whether she sets herself free.
Her tears make her faint, yet she retains her beauty. Her beauty might possibly be her only way out.