She should be able to walk this earth without fear of her own protection. She shouldn't have to force a smile on her face and pretend like it's okay when all she ever wanted to scream was no. She should always be able to speak her mind without fearing the consequences of unwanted suffering.
The heart is strong enough to handle that love may not really exist for a woman like her. But the beating of blood pumping in her body while pretending like she don't care is breaking her heart into million different pieces and leaving her wondering where she went wrong. Pieces in which she don't know how to ever find it's way back to place.
In a world that kept on proving her right, for that, she became forever wrong.