There was anger within her, ages old, beyond the state of corruption.
Bitterness was rooted deep into her being, living as if it was comfortable there.
She began to grieve and grieve until it became impossible to feel anything else. She tore herself apart in the name of despair, feeling the agony as it fed off her bones.
She'd cry if only she knew how
"Would it always be this way?" She wondered "or would forgiveness finally succumb me?"