She hears a call in the distance.
Could it be another living soul?
No... Just the wind.
Trapped alone in her mind.
no-one can enter.
She sits in a corner.
Exiled from the world like a disease.
No-one wants her.
Maybe she could escape.
She searches in the dark for a way out.
Knives? Daggers? Ropes? Drugs?
She cannot find anything.
Someone must find her before...
Before...
Too late... her parents smile.
She never fitted in.
She did'nt deserve a life.
Good riddance!
That's what they say.
She now walks.
Forever... Alone
Nothing has changed.
Except location.
Her life was no different from death.
She might as well have never lived.
No-one accepted her... O even loved her.
Just because she was different.
