What is in her heart or

What is going through in her crazy mind,

Writing in runes, only she can understand.

She hated herself,

It will put you to tears,

Pity, what she doesn't need.

You don't know the half of it

As she tortures herself to sleep

How sick in the head, she is.

She is not physically in pain

But her heart is howling pitifully,

Her eyes generously in tears.

She is living in make believe.

Somedays, wishing it was only a dream.

When reality hit her, she died all over again.