She's lonely. This life looks like everything she could ask for but isn't. It look like a bed of roses but isn't.
She's weary. The daily obstacles after all these years run her down. She's putting in all her effort and it's slowly running out.
She's blind. Her faith is the only thing that keeps her going. "One step in front of another," is her saying.
She's hurt. The wounds are too big to fill. Time should heal, but it doesn't. Time only diminishes the pain.
Life goes on. She wonders when this will end. She wonders if it will ever change. Defeat is all she sees.
She wonders if she can end it herself.