I'm just some girl you pass on the street, I'm just the loner that everyone calls a freak.

Why do I stay here
what is my fear?
Is it the thought of death?
or failure in doing it myself?

The answers you seek are not in front of your eyes, but in your eyes. The questions are not in your mind, but in your soul. The pain does not hurt your heart, but your very being.

Into this empty bottle I peer, numb inside, I feel no fear.