What do you do when you have no one left to help you thought? The people you turn to turn there backs to you. No ones there to give you a chance you look at things for the better but all you see are the downfalls you turn and cry but the pillow is the only one to catch you. You look around the cluttered room with eyes crying for help. You think about how you got in this mess and how it will make you stronger but all you feel is weakness. You tell yourself things will get better but you know your telling a lie. You stare at yourself in the mirror wondering who you are, to blinded by everyones lies to see he real you.
