The girl sits there, wasting away through the mental pain, and anguish that has attached itself, to her. Trust barriers put up as high as the naked eye can c, trapped in her prison. She lets go, and starts to withdraw further and further into herself. All that was once her fades with her life.The radiance, and vitality is no-more. The only pain she feels is the stabbing pain of the knife, destroying her veins, cutting apart the tissue making them up, and replacing the peach colour of her flesh to bright red. Her eyes are dry, because tears are not part of her any more, she has no water left to cry with. she picks up a bottle of strong liquid, it burns her insides, she finishes off the bottle and throws it at the wall. She picks up bottle, after bottle, after bottle,they burn through her flesh destroying her from the inside out. She keeps up her daily battle with alcohol, but she puts giving it up back another day, like she has done 4 a whole year now. She holds the secret from the one's that love her. The family don't know her pain, because she's unable to speak to anyone she chooses not to. Sleep never comes, leaving her to fester in her own pain. She tells of her depression, but isn't belived. She will lose the only man she loves in her life, n he loves her. But she still sitts there, willing people to belive she's fine, and willing them to belive the lies to account for the physical scars on her body.