She used to be so inncent.

Her world was so effortless, so high-spirited, so painless.

Tragedy transformed an adolescent into a mature and aching young woman 

in the blink of an eye.

She's seen her blood turned cold 

by the grasp of a rope

at eight years young.

She's buried her mother

as an expense of heroin

a month after her sixteenth birthday.

She's been tortured by her conscience 

and contemplated leaving Earth.

Even the most stable support recieved could not 

release her from the imprisonment of those

dark thoughts and insane voices.