Behind a closed door,
she's afraid to turn the light off.
She's tired of the voices.
She freaks at the noises.
She believes that there is nothing special about her.
She's been told she's a freak
She needs a break.
She's sitting on the bed.
She holds a pistol to her head.
She feels unstatisfying pain.
She sees tears like rain.
She slowly falls back,
as everything she sees go black...
Behind the closed door, her spirit is free...
