As I Go On With This Life I Grow Weaker
I Have Moved From The Corner Of The Room
Just To Think There Was Some One Coming…
Just To Realize It Was My Mind Screwing With Me
As I Was Up I Realized Just How Weak And Dirty I Was
My Hair Is So Long
With Spiders In It And Webs With Dead Bugs
Not One Part Of My Body Was Clean
Its Like If A Thousands Of Years Of Dust Has Been Placed On Me
For Now My Body Looks Like A Tooth Pick
Why Cant Any One Help Me?
Why Cant You See Me?
Why Cant You Hear Me…
To understand this 1 more read the frist one 10: The Trapped Girl
