I want to talk to someone... Anyone...
But I cannot talk to just anyone...
Not a single soul will understand my pain...
That is why I must write...
Paper is what became of a once beautiful soul..
Don't you see...
It's just like me...
Being killed til I lost my soul..
Now being used as disposable...
Being ****** dry by parasites in her life...
The only problem, she lets it happen...