She wants to run from the

hurt and the pain. It

eats her up inside, she's

dying from the pressure.


The raindrop are falling from

her stormy clouds, her face. Her

errors are too much for her now.


Make me a different person, she prays.

At least help me to change my masquerade.

Sympathy, is it too much to ask for? It's

killing her from the inside out.