I am a prisoner in my mind,
only to be locked up with no
key left behind.She transforms
her persona ever now
and again don't let it fool you
she is dead from within. Her
mind is racing with every
decision,yet to be clouded
by all her tunnel vision.
Every day she wakes in her
bed, turns into night
she is the living dead,
She is the envy of the
world that one and only
special girl.
She takes a chance at life every
day it feels like a knife,Always
begging to be released ,It j
ust so sad her sanity has decreased.
She will try again and again
only because suicide is a unforgivable sin
