I cry out. Help!
I wimper and gasp with racing drops falling down my face. Help!
I am stuck in a dark, molded sphere, running into the same sides and corners. Help!
I have grown to be strong, but this is torture.
I have to realize, i am alone in this world. No one to rely on. No one to hope for.
No, i can not! I refuse to believe i am alone! The whirlpool of depression and guilt and
the feeling of hatred will not get the best of me!
I am strong! Yes!
I am beautiful! Yes!
I am not alone. Yes.