Non-Existent Future

The four walls painted white
The room empty like a small, unused box;
I sob there in a corner
Curled up into a helpless ball.

What happened to your clothes?
It's stained of fresh blood.
Why are you crying, little girl?
What has happened to you?

The questions cram into my head like a nail being hammered endlessly through my skull
Destroying my confidence in answering;
And adding up the fear of replying
To these nonsense circumlocution of questions.

My hands shake vigorously
My eyes swell with tears;
I desire for someone to hug me close
Will someone come and take me away?

My memories crumble into pieces
And I start to shiver tremendously;
I do not know what to do and I have no one to call out for
Because my existence in this world doesn't mean anything to anyone at all.

The salty tears stream down my cheeks
My head throbs in so much pain;
I cannot withstand this any longer
I could not endure it anymore.

I long to scream
But my throat stops me from doing it;
My nerves begin to weaken
While I flinch and twitch in pain.

I shut my eyes tight
And drown in the sea of guilt;
The world has suddenly quieted down
And all I could hear was the deafening silence.

Silence.

What is silence?
I have no idea.
All I know is that I have always wanted this.

And He finally gave it to me.