Sadness overwhelms a once confident being.
A feeling only relieved by seering pain.
Affliction by an incurable disease
is slowly driving her insane.

Once addicted to self mutilation.
Sorrows drive her to do it again,
but to start again after so long
reassures that the sickness will win.

Wishing to be freefrom what is,
she dreams of what will be.
She longs for her love
to rescue her, and sail across the sea.

Maybe one day her dreams will be.
Untill that dya her existence is meek,
and the horrible feelings themselves
leave her body and soul weak.