Already gone

Feeling was always forbbiden for her.   Always did what she was told, never changed the routine, never learned by herself, always living behind everything else.
Trying to be proud, or make everyone else proud, she was like a doll, and couldn’t cut the ties.
Every day she felt weaker, but since everyone fueled her, she kept working. All day, all night, she was a working machine… no break for her, so frantic, so scared of stopping, because she felt that as that moment came, she would be lost in herself.
Until one day, her smile fade away, and no more painting could repair it. Her lights shut down with no previous announcement, and all the energy she had, was gone as the seconds kept passing.
Her robotic heart, so hollow, so empty, just wished to feel something as her body stopped moving. A tear from her eye, was all she had to realize that she did was human, but it was too late.
She was already gone.