She believed that living was a burden. Tracing every flaw, noting every mark.

The world was at her fingertips, yet the world was too much.  

Beg, steal, or borrow was not an option when it came to peace of mind. Instead she lived with the chaos in her head. 

With every attempt at taming her demons, she found herself closer to Hell. 

Paralyzed. She holds herself down, as in trying to trap her demons she has only trapped herself. 

Limb from limb she is torn; others think that they can keep the beast in her head on a leash, but they all want to go different directions. 

Her heart is a void; she gave it up as a sacrifice thinking it would please her mind. 

What more is there to do, when her head is going a different direction than her heart anyway.