The darkness closes in.
You feel as if you will never win.
Your soul is lost
Somewhere in the frost
Of perpetual winter.

The horror creeps in,
the dread sinks in...
"You'll never be normal...."

The art starts taking form,
everything you where afraid of takes form,
the pain, the loneliness, the loss of who you where.

What once made people smile,
makes then cry over you.
"What happened to my daughter?"
"I miss her..."

You watch from above,
seeing all the pain you left behind.




"I wish I could take it all back..... I'm sorry......."