Thoughts of failure,
Searching for some inner strength.
Spiralling, as emotions start feeling tense.
(Why can’t anyone see she’s broken and needs someone to save her?)
As her skin grows paler,
State of mind fades frailer,
Followed by the random outburst of erratic “unexplainable” behaviour.
She never quite found her saviour, hope gone so she finally picked up that razor.
She was later found deceased, now happily with her creator.