• AS USUAL SHE CRIES . SHE IS TIRED OF BEING CRITICIZED . SHE IS TIRED OF THE WHISPERS , THE NERVE WRECKING LAUGHTER , AND THE MEANINGLESS QUESTIONS. SHE IS TERRIFIED . THEY BITE , SCRATCH , KICK , PUNCH AND SPIT ON HER PRIDE . THE PAIN . OH THE PAIN. THEY EAT AWAY AT HER SKIN . RIP HER HEART RIGHT OUT OF HER CHEST AND LAUGH . THEY CHEW HER BONES AND THROW HER REMAINS IN THE STREET . YET SHE ISN'T DEAD . ITS ALL IN HER HEAD . HER NIGHTMARE HAS BECOME HER REALITY . NO REASON TO RESEARCH THIS FORMALITY . SHE STILL LIVES ON . YES HER SOUL IS ALMOST DEAD . THEIR VOICES RAIN ON HER LIKE TINY DAGGERS FALLING FROM THE HEAVENS . SHE BLEEDS BEAUTIFUL RUBY RED BLOOD . THE VOICES NEVER LEAVE . THE PEOPLE ENJOY WATCHING HER SUFFER . THE SAD HOPELESS SOUL CRIES SWEET VELVET TEARS .