She sat there,
In a burgundy love-sack on the floor;
The sun piercing her skin.
She thought to herself,
Except it wasn't her voice;
It was her unwanted friend, Skitzo.
Skitzo whispered so many things in her mind,
and it became louder and louder until she felt that the whole city could hear.
The things she heard...
Are things that she wish she shouldn't have.
"YOUR THIGHS ARE TOUCHING,
BETTER GO STARVE YOURSELF."
"WHAT A PERFECTLY CLEAN WRIST,
LET'S MAKE IT MORE BEAUTIFUL WITH THE COLOUR OF RED."
"EVERYONE HATES YOU,
BETTER LEAVE OR DIE."
She couldn't bear it,
But had to live with it.
