Tarde en la noche

And so she was tired of walking alone. And she was v ery tired of beeing left alone. First friends, then her beloved and those to whom she was most close. They all, one by one, left her to sink within the deephs of her dark soul.
There was no malice on her heart, just a pain that no one else could understand, a deep melancholia of that that was biding for her. She dreamt to fly above all pain, to run free far away from the hard stones. She searched for freedom, for life, for love...but was never found.
Her life had felt apart without her beeing able to stop it. Those she was supposed to love, she hate, those that were supposed to have unbreaken ties with her...were all already apart.
How to fight those battles that are already lost. Unhealing wounds had been inflicted upone their very hearts. It was one death and all fell apart.
She could not dream no more, for it hurt so very much.
Why coudnt she be part of the happiness sorrounding her? Why coudnt she laugh and dance and hug and kiss like all the others? What was wrong with her poor heart?
Why coudnt it fly?
Those she walked slowly towards the deathly cliff and stared at the steaming water with huge sad eyes. She had never seen anything so beatifull, so wild and she dreamt to be part of it. Oh, she jumped and died there those the poor lady of the lake she is called for she found in the waters what coudnt find in the hearts of others.