there was once a little girl with sparkling eyes who was free to be herself. now in her own mind she is chained like a prisioner. she is ruled by a monster. nothing else matters. whenever she isn't sleepnig she's crying. she never leaves the house or anwsers the phone. she hates herself and fantasises about better times, times when she felt better. now she is lost and tourmented. caught in a web of fears. she's stuck in a locked box with no keys and no way out. she is depressed they say, depressed is all. depressed, surpressed, repressed, obsessed and it's all her fault. she plays puppet to the world and no one knows how she feels. she knows that she might not make it through the night, she can hardly breathe as she begs for the relief of death. either that or something to save her. to pull her up from this dark hole called life. she can't save herself even if she still tried. hopeless, that is what she is. well now she is dying. when she really wants help or even just a sholder to cry on. burn the flesh, sleep... thats how she'll live till she dies.she want to cry, but she can't. she's exhusted from crying and doomed to die. her true friends seem so far away. the ones who help her burn seem closer. she hates herself, she is so sad. DIE BITCH DIE! the voices all declare in unison. its the voices that always win. soon she will be free, however it wont be soon enough.