17/08/09

She lays in the mess she created, watching the candle light flicker lightly as her heavy breathing travels across the room, she dreams of a life where she is normal and without the confusion she currently has circling around her head.

Wishing she could tell someone what she felt, if only she knew how to put it into words. She feels weak and powerless, sick of feeling captive in her own body, but too paralyzed and caged by her emotions to stop it.

The candle light goes out, darkness fills the room but she doesn't even notice. Her eyes glaze over and her mind becomes blank. She feels numb.

Oh to feel normal for one day, like when I used to be an infant.