It's 2008.. She's in her bedroom lights off laying in her bed, MCR fills her ears on her ipod nano.. she's been in there all day, day becomes night she hasn't eaten much.. this was the day she first felt what true betrayal was like.. the first day she knew something was truly wrong with her.. the first time she really lost all faith in frienship.. this was the day she decided living truly wasn't worth it anymore she wanted to just waste away.. she was 14..
10 years later. You'll still find her in bed regretting spending her life in bed. Most days are better life has got a lot better, she has learned to trust sometimes, she hasn't cut since she was 16, she hasn't attempted any acts of suicide since 13/14, she hasn't smoked a cigarette since 15, she's really been trying, She hasn't taken too many pills since 14, She's only slipped up a few times after her Dad died but who can blame her she has no vices.. all she wants is to get out of bed now.. a reason.. a purpose.. why is this still happening.. different reasonings same results.. nothing satisfies for long and it's back to not sleeping in bed again..