Weary. 
The repeated heartache is taking it’s toll.
It’s consuming her from the inside, leaving devastation where the warmth used to be.
The facade is chipping off, taking away the mask that hid the pain.
An empty shell is all that is left beneath what used to shine.
She often wonders when she will be freed from the mundane pain.
She yearns for the moment when the thought of letting go is no longer accompanied by fear and pain.
As high as her hopes for herself are, deep down inside, she knows that she will never be able to overcome the fear of losing something that she holds close to her heart.
She knows that she will be trapped in the prison of pain, only able to dream of how it feels like to be outside.
There will be moments when she can almost taste the air outside but her fear will pull her back, deeper into the abyss each time.
She is losing herself to the pain and to the resigned acceptance.
One day, it will consume her whole and perhaps, it will be the moment when she truly becomes free. 

She is tired.
Tired of taking the blame for everything, time and time again.
What has transpired will always be something that she caused.
All the anger that is aroused will always be something of her doing.
How much more of it can she take before crumbles beneath the blame?