Author's Note: My account was supposed to expire days ago, but it hasn't...yet. Thought I would give it one last shot.

She just kept believing
Things would get better
The phone would ring
It would be someone to help her

She's scared of the dark
That clouds her eyes
She's afraid of the voices
That endlessly crowd her mind

Her knuckles are bleeding
From breaking her windows
No escape
From this horror show

A door is in front of her
But she feels they have locked her away
The doorknob falls off and clatters in front of her
She has no choice but to stay

The shattered windows beckon her
To the outside of her cage
The four walls close in
She flies into a rage

She throws herself against the door
Yet it does not free
She pounds on the walls
Until her palms, too, begin to bleed

She hears footsteps up the stairs
They're coming for her again
She pushes everything against the door
Refusing to let them in

They're screaming at her now
She hears sobbing too
One of their tricks, she knows
There's only one thing to do

She looks at her room one last time
And starts to run
She jumps at the shattered window
And for a moment, she could finally see the sun

As she lay there on the ground
Bleeding and dying
Familiar faces crowd around her
Screaming and crying

Memories flood back
As she takes her last breath
College, coming home, a sickness
Delusions, hallucinations, voices, and death

In a way, she knew
What was happening in her head
The men in white suits would've been there shortly
And she would rather be dead