Black.

Everywhere I looked was black

Nothing there but the empty soul of the girl I once was.

 Nothing there but the shell I have become.

 The joyful memories of before pained me to remember

These memories felt like those of another lifetime. maybe in one with no change

Maybe in one where happily ever afters really do exist. 

Or maybe it isn't. 

Maybe this could be of that lifetime. 

Maybe I can fight for this wish. maybe I will

However pull as hard as I might, the chains I built for myself drag me back to the floor making sure I stayed.

I just started and it hurted to get up.

I did this I realized. 

This is my fault. 

I made these chains.

I deserve this punishment.