At night she's awake
She cannot dream
Everything's so unreal
Things aren't what they seem
Her skin is pale
Her tears are red
Her sight is blurred
She wishes herself dead
She's disguisting herself
When she looks into the mirror
She thinks so much
But her thoughts aren't clearer
The door is locked
And there's no key
She keep on asking:
Why me, Why me?
~ April 19, 2005 ~