The little girl ran as fast as she could.
She had to tag her dad before he touched the tree.
Her little feet just trained to stay straight.
She swatted at her hair as it ran down to hide her eyes.
Her father made it to the tree just in time for her whole world to melt away.
Now surrounded by them.
The people who tormented her dreams and reality alike.
A bone exposed here and there.
Eyes smashed into the back of their heads.
Moving as if they moved to fast they would break..
But they never would.
No matter how hard she tried.
She could never break them.
They pushed her further into the darkness.
They taunted her and pulled her hair.
No, she didn’t have hair anymore, they pulled it out.
It was all around her, the beautiful brown strands.
She screamed out but no one came to her aide.
She was all alone.
Alone? They finally left her?
Confused at the sight in front of her.
Where had it all gone?
She was home again but not for long.
Her mother put the needle in her arm and it all faded slowly away.
life is hell for her.
It always will be.
The life of every schizophrenic is..