Maybe after all the pains, the hurt memories, the sadness, the countless dissapointments, the false hopes, she'd learn how to close the doors into her heart, locking in from inside and threw the key to the unknown place she'd never visit.
She'd burn down the bridge to her broken castle, so nobody could go in anymore. All the pains, all the tears, all the heartache, she could never trust anyone ever again.
She trusted too much, she hoped too much that everything would finally be better, but, oh God! How naive and stupid girl she once was!
She'd rebuild her walls highly, set fire on top of it, letting all the mixed rage and sadness to set the fire bigger and wilder, throwing bombs everywhere outside her walls, setting free all her anger and chaos in her mind.
She'd froze her entire inside castle, letting all the numbness and sadness took away, finally giving herself up in her emotion.
And by the time I finished writing this,
she'd had already close all the doors, all gates, destroying all the entrances-
