Her thoughts are deep,
Her pain is real,
Her inner wounds cry out for non-existent impending doom.
She must heal-
But this temple is resistant to natural remedies and rebels at every turn.
To take a blade- and end it,
Or a pistol, or any other means?
The notion lingers but the act is wrong.
She finds comfort in it but can't escape how incredibly selfish it is.
She is forever burdened with the sadness that is her life.
She will forever be trapped in her mortal temple- suffering internally,
Where no one will ever know the pain she must hide away.