Once...

There is a tale to be told,

of a girl with nothing left.

She had lost it all to a wicked life

of anguish,

guilt,

and pain.

She was alone,

a broken child.

She walked on shards of glass,

she felt her skin be punctured.

She never once screamed out.

She lost too much to feel anything.

Numbly she lived.

No prince came to her aid.

No knight in shining armor.

Gone were her childish fantasies,

replaced with growing doubt,

but she kept walking

across the shards of glass.

Never crying out,

never giving up,

but dying slowly on the inside.