You pace the room looking for a way to end it. This private war that you wage within your soul never seems to have an end. The evil ghoul that is your sister ruining your life, keeping you from love or happiness, lives on. The one you love is out of your reach. Your aspirations turn to dust. The tears that seem to always want to leave your weary eyes stay fresh on the surface, you will not grant then passage from your eyes if you can help it. But it is often too much for you to bear and they spill forth and stain your cheeks.
You long for what you know that you cannot have, the loving family you once knew, the love of your life that had been snatched up in enemy arms, the acceptance you enjoyed for only the briefest of moments only to be cast aside anew like trash. All things you wish to enjoy, to have, to live for, have left you. And you know it.