sweet desperation, she wonders, I wonder why? she cries, a million tears fall, she cries , sitting ina corner, unprotected, unwanted, and she knows it. why me? why not her?. fire, broken glass, sweet temptation for self mutilation, possibly suicide. she sees so clearly as the only wyshe can hope for, shes lost, wrapped, knotted inwards, tucked against her knees. She turns sour, searching for answers, and once again, shes ignored. she reaches out for the razor, BOOM! one goes off, shes left with chemicals only, its the only way she knows, BOOM! another goes off. FUCK! she feels the sweet poison enter her veins. Off me already, Goddamnit Off me already!