. . . h o p e l e s s n e s s . . .
Why should she even try?
Nothing else seems to matter.
Without him, she languishes.
. . . s h e c a n f e e l i t . . .
Aimless and without purpose.
Her muscles are wasting away.
Beauty becomes the beast.
. . . s t i l l s h e w a l k s . . .
Her body pressed on by the ache.
Each step brings her closer.
Her hatred and apathy grow.
. . . a t r o p h y o f t h e h e a r t . . .
She walks further and further away.
The body grows strong again.
But at what cost?
Why should she even try?
Nothing else seems to matter.
Without him, she languishes.
. . . s h e c a n f e e l i t . . .
Aimless and without purpose.
Her muscles are wasting away.
Beauty becomes the beast.
. . . s t i l l s h e w a l k s . . .
Her body pressed on by the ache.
Each step brings her closer.
Her hatred and apathy grow.
. . . a t r o p h y o f t h e h e a r t . . .
She walks further and further away.
The body grows strong again.
But at what cost?