• This is the story of a girl.
    Pain and suffering is her world.
    It's what she learned and is all she knows.
    Doors never opening, they only close.
    Trapped inside her own.
    No escaping, all alone.
    She distances herself from the rest.
    From this life, she has been possessed.
    More and more turn away.
    It seems as if it's all a cliche.
    She can't take this insufferable life.
    No longer able to deal with every strife.
    Weathered away and incredulously weak.
    The loudest sound of her, is her voiceless shriek.
    A cry escapes her lips of fear.
    Down her face is a single tear.
    Her mind full of thoughts, complete.
    Yet they all remain discrete.
    The vacancy of her heart abides.
    Tracing the emptiness in her eyes
    Her mournfulness kills her silently.
    In a way, only violently.
    Suffocated is what she feels.
    By the weight of the world, which she never reveals.
    The shadows of her past haunt her every move.
    Herself is what she has to prove.
    She's confounded to where it is she belongs.
    But to continue, she has to stay strong.
    She goes by her morals and what she believes.
    She has to get past all that deceives.
    Where to go is the next action to take.
    Herself is what she has to make.
    Going through life to meet the end.
    To never be forgotten, to always ascend.
    As she looks through her eyes of blur.
    This is the story of a girl, written by her.