Look at the tears that streaks her face. Do you see the pent up emotions in it?
Do you hear muffled sobs? She's in agony but refuses to let anyone know. She refuses to be labelled as weak. She hates that word.
Did you noticed her droopy bloodshot eyes? She's fucking exhausted and somnolent. But does anyone care?
Her mind is greeted with a pleasant crimson pool of blood. Dripping from those whom she doesn't like. She would slowly and painfully torture then before death.
She still holds on faith on seeing that glimpse of hope shining on her. She holds on to hopes of being free and noticed.

I am in agony. I am tired. Goodnight world