She needs to fly. To be on her own. Her heart is breaking under the strain
She knows there is a world that she is not a part of. She is in a world of her own.
Full of sickness, loneliness, and hopelessness.
Her own personal Hell.
She grows weaker every day. Her beauty fades into dust. One day she will awaken to find someone has swept her up and tossed her away. Nothing left. Not even a memory.
The perfect murder. The victim will never be found because she never was.
She is small and fragile. A tiny little sparrow who has never left the nest. Who has never been free. She feels lonely and insignificant. She is trapped in a cage too small.
When she tries to spread her wings, they tangle in the cold bars of her cage. She yearns to fly.
She is afraid life is passing her by. She is inside looking out.
How she longs to feel the cool wind beneath her wings. How she longs to be free to soar with the eagles.