The girl had hope, she had hope in love, hope in family, hope in life. She had hope placed in the wrong things. She needed hope she could depend on. She needed something GREATER than herself. She needed something to believe in. That is when she realized she needed God. She is scared of the end yet she is waiting to meet her maker. She wants to know if the light at the end of the tunnel is Heaven or Hell. She wants to know why she was created. She wants to know the purpose of her failing life. Maybe she was put on the Earth for a reason, maybe she was created for a test run. The only way she will know is death. She craves it, yet she is scared of it. Her doubts blind her faith. Her faith is hidden behind walls of fake hope. She is terrified to be in her own skin while wanting to die. She wants to get rid of the pain inside yet she wants to get better. She is scared and hopeless. Her hope changed to rage which changed into fear. She wanted out. She wanted away. She just couldn't hold on. She gave into the pain. She painted her skin with silver which colored red. She gave in. She opened the bottle and took the last pills. She gave in. She drank the last drop of alcohol. She gave in. She got help. She gave in. She was sent away. She wanted out. They didn't give in.
