...Because life is so easy on you

She does not do stress.
It freaks her out.
Escape? Not an option.
But...
This life...
This state...
Her only form.
It's a fucking waste.

The four walls,
hold her up,
control her life.
She does not drop.
She will not crumble.
She cannot fail.

The boy that claims to love her,
The towel that dries her tears.
The pillow she hugs at night.
The light burning a hole in her fears.

The tasks are alomost about to start,
She knows she starting a losing race.
This marathon- too much.
Can it be done?

She's fighting a losing battle.
She's dying in this war.
She's empty like a bottle.
No longer...
No more...