She sat in her room
Blasting the music
She didn't care anymore.
She was like a corspe.
She was a ghost in the hall,
So fragile she might fall.
She screamed for help and
No one heard.
The demons inside her were eating her
Alive leaving her with nothing more than a fake smile and cut wrists.
She tried to stop.
Failure, they said.
Stupid, they yelled.
Too afraid to cry,
She died.
