She

She's sitting there...
She's crying, again. 
For what seems like the millionth time, her heart is sore. 
The hands of time won't reverse or take back what she doesn't even know she did.
She cradles her head in her hands, she can't let him see her like this. 
Tears fill the eyes dampering the passionate fire that used to ignite every room they enter.
She doesn't understand.
She knows that she'll eternally suffer, but she feels this is her destiny. 
She berates herself for past mistakes and self inflicts pain to make herself worthy enough to stand near him.
He demands respect, his price for approval has been beyond the sky.
Nothing can mask this feeling of impending doom. Nothing can quiet her heart from the silent screams of making this easier. 
She can end herself... So swiftly, but the risidual pain...would be worse.

She's outside looking in. 
She feels as if she's in on a joke, but the laugh is all on her.
She can't understand for the life of her life why she can't become angry.

She wants to scream out in a judgemental lashing at no one else except herself.

Did she pour herself out for nothing? Did she take a step forward to be violently shoved back to the place where she was even BEFORE she started?
Did she not pour herself out enough?
What else could she have possibly done to apease her inner turmoil? 
What did she do to be sitting here once again...
in tears?

She's tired...
of this position, of hurting. She's tired of wondering what she can do next to make it feel better. 
She's tired of thinking about herself...

All she wanted was to be enough. 

Many people can go above and beyond and never be enough.

What about her...?