She wishes on the stars for a full moon love affair and sun beam smiles. All she can do is shut her ice blue eyes and pray that her not so Prince Charming will come and see past the exterior. Hands clasped in the ways of prayer she knows not of love and the feel of lips upon lips. Pale skin, eyes that stop the masses, but a hate for herself that creates a wall impossible to penetrate. She loves so many but pushes them all away. Promises she must keep so hard to grasp. She loses herself in the flame of a lighter or the nails she grows to lethal lengths grasping her throat. Creating a temporary end to the pain, the ache the dwells within. Hurting herself sometimes loses it's support, soon she moves on to pulling her hair and causes her body to drop to the Earth with a shatter of bones and concrete dreams. She hurts those around her, but takes the pain that seeps through nerve endings onto her own shoulders. The weight of the world on a ex daddys girl back will soon prove to be destructive to the mid, body, and spirit. How long can she hold her head high without the motivation to do it? How long can she keep her eyes set on the light she reaches towards without letting her dreams slip through her fingers like sand held too tight. How long will it take for them to notice that she's about to crack under the weight of the universe?