My hell always there, no time or way for me to share.
Boredom and loneliness a mindset that engulfs me.
The desire to flee so strong, I wish to be free. A dream, I know this to be true, a young girls wish that will never get its due.
With age and this life that is my hell, I live broken, just a shell.
Can it be mended and revived... I think not.
It will lie dormant within because you are not an escape in my hell