A voice in my head . A switch in momentum
Empty heart beating ...

A crying soul, an illusioned girl thinking life could be different.
Trapped in my mind, caged by my own perceptions and thoughts.
Growing tired of fighting this battle alone.
A tunnel of hope or a well of defeat.
The caterpillar that never ate never made it into a butterfly.
Starving with emptiness, starved of hoped. Losing my mind to a creature inside, a monster that has a voice like my own.
When does this end?
Is freedom and end or an escape?