She Runs Away.
There she is, sitting on the toilet bowl with hot water splashing on her head and dripping down from her hair. She didnt care if she is inhaling the vapour of the warm water or her cold tears dripping down from her eyes. She covered up her face and she continued crying. She has been sitting there the whole evening, her whole body feels warm but she felt so cold like winter inside of her. She didnt care if it is cloudy outside, she didnt care if it is going to rain, she didnt care if that reminded her of him, she didnt care if her skin is starting to crumble up. She just sit there and soak herself with the warm water and weep.
She knows in her tiny little heart that she is the only one that could help herself to get out of this wreckage, to get out of this state of depression and to stay alive. But why is everything seems so painful to her? No one came, no one knows. She cant seem to pick herself up. She cant seem to get out of shower. She cant seem to get out of this infinite sadness.
When she closes her eyes, she could feel and visualize the pain. The pain of the deceased who departed suddenly, the pain of being neglected, the pain of her heart being broken, the pain of not being able to speak her mind, the pain of being blindly and silently in love, the pain of loosing someone dear, the pain of being pushed and pressed, the pain of pain being bottled up inside, the pain on her left wrist and oh the bleeding. She already had enough.
All she wanted is just to pop a few tablets of sleeping pills into her mouth and let chemical take control of her body. She just want to fall asleep. She doesnt care if it is not 12 midnight whereby she is supposed to be in bed. She doesnt care if her hair doesnt dry up before she lay down on her bed. She doesnt care if she didnt fall asleep on the arms of someone she loves. She doesnt care anymore.
So wont you pass her the sleeping pills?
[soundbites]
Silverchair - Miss You Love
