A young girl came home and looked in the mirror,
hate, lies and sorrow, she couldn't go further...

As I walk around with no where to go the fear...
The unknown closes in around me; it all starts to...

Why is it that I find my self in situations that...
Why, when I wake up in the mornings my vision is...

I hate sleeping,
I can't stand being awake...

Touched, a moment in time,
I take a breath of air...

In-destructive to the chain of thought.
she can't stand to think...