Her body aches in resistance and pain.
Blackness coats the skin under her eyes.
Her face is slim and drained of color.
Torment she can no longer deny.
Her nail beds are caked with dry blood.
The white walls show her scratch marks.
She tried to run from herself and failed.
Her thoughts taunt her with sly remarks.
Her scalp is red with her hair pulling.
Clumps of hair lay beneath her feet.
She can't escape the madness inside.
What's left to do but admit defeat?
Her laugh echoes inside the room.
Sending chills down her own spine.
She can't break free from the shackles.
Her hope and faith no longer shines.
She screams at the top of her lungs.
Yet not a single soul can hear her.
If this isn't hell then she must be insane.
Because only hell can feel this sinister.
