Lonely whines.

"If one's different one's bound to be lonely". She repeats these words in her mind over and over as she struggles to hold it together for one more night. Just one more night. Tomorrow it will all be better. She tells that lie to herself as she shuts her eyes forcing herself to believe it. She doesn't. She never will. Never again. The realities of life have her convinced about her fate. Its all dark and scary out there. The world has turned into a mighty dungeon. She lives each day hoping she'd rise and find an escape. but there is none. The sun doesn't shine in the mornings anymore, the skies are empty at nights. Its all dark. Her chest feels hollow. Emptiness runs through her veins as she remembers their faces. The faces that yanked life right our of her. The faces that once made her rise so high that she almost believed she'd never see the ground again but in the end left her to rot in the bottomless pit. She is alive and yet has never been more dead. She feels and yet has never felt more numb. Her beating heart is the only sure sign of life.