Soon

She’ll disappear, into the world which she hates so much, where there’s no sun shining on her face and darkness takes over everything.

She’ll just slip away unaware of what’s happening until she’s sitting all alone in the darkest and coldest corner of that world.

Sadness, fear, loneliness, pain, suffering day by day.
Not feeling anything at all.
Not wanting anything.

There she’ll be again, crying herself to sleep but not sleeping because she'll fear she’ll wake up the next day and still be alive and wondering if the next day will be the same or worse than the day before.

Alone. Scared. Sad.

She’ll scream but there will be no one there to listen, to care, to answer. No one to love her. There will only be darkness, pain and emptiness.

Her soul will die as time goes by. Her heart will freeze as she walks around loving nothing or no one, feeling alone step by step.

And the day will come when she will break and suddenly disappear and no one will even notice or care.

We all make our own hell, with the things that we fear most, the things we most hate; full of everything that makes us hurt the in the deepest part of our soul.

And there, all alone, we will no longer be alive.