Why can't she see what they do?

Why is it no one can be honest enough to say that she is broken and there is no fix? You can't fill the cracks with gold and call her art. They try to, if that doesn't work, you know what does? They say nothing. She can't be hurt if you say nothing. She can't fight back if you give her nothing to feed off. Her heart is still breaking and the bleak outside is pushing its way in.

She looks so hard. She is determined and ready to move forward. With support of those around her she moves faster and faster into oblivion.

Mirrors lie and so do the tongues of those we all love. Serpents with good intentions. Hoping that she will slip and slide right off the edge.

What she wants more than anything is to disappear. Feel what the wildflowers feel in their fields of plenty and you can't tell one from another. To be alone and the only burned then is to herself. The most amazing feel she had ever had the pleasure to chase in her dreams was the feeling of being alone and free. To be crazy, angry and irrational, to be so happy the sun is envious of how brightly she shines. What she wants more than anything is go home to her father and wait with him at his feet until he calls us all home.

For now she rocks in the dark parts of her head and prays for release. Hopes for a second chance and begs to be set free.