And suddenly it's not about living. it's about sieving because that's all I'm doing. I have been dead for a while now. What people see is just a shell. They can't see past that thought they won't look into my eyes, if they did they would see I'm long gone. everyday is a battle between me, the voices, and the thing inside of me. I try to kill it. But I'm done trying because it has already killed me. It controls me & my body now I have no control. Over anything if I eat when I eat if I eat when I cut how deep how many times. And I'm trapped in a body being controlled by some one else. They hold me captive as a prisoner. My body is a prison cell, all I wanna do is be set free then what ever is inside of me can have my body. I won't care. But sadly I'm buried 6ft under in a place tied down with chains. Trapped between concrete walls and floors a place no one knows exists. A place no one else would ever dare go...my head. My screams are silent, my cries to quite to be heard, my scars invisible, all they can see is the fake she'll I'm trapped in. Look closer maybe you will see it. This Is all you will never know. . .
Sincerely a lost girl.