The child was born,

Born at the fate of sadness.

The child would struggle and fall

Yet no soul would have ever known,

Until it was too late.

She would walk torn

With the chaos of her mind

That controlled her.

No one to call

 No help, she’ll always be alone. 

As she thought. 

The things that once filled her with happiness

Wouldn’t fulfil her needs of distraction.

She had no interest in anything at all,

It was all nothing to her now.

She was left alone with her mind now,

No escape of what it said to her.

All she could do was listen,

Do as she was told.

In hopes it would all go away,

But it never did.

At Least for now.

Maybe it would change,

Maybe it won’t.

Her future is still unknown.