Alone in the night on her bed, a young girl sits, waiting, hoping. She gets the feeling she's alone even around her friends, they don't understand her. At night she sits, a knife in hand, hoping the emptiness will go away. As blood drips down her arm never to stop, staining her pure white T-shirt, she stares into the night as if it were alive, staring through its soul. Always wanting, but never having, the love she might deserve. They say she's beautiful, they say she's amazing, all lies. She believes she is meant to be alone, to dwell in her hell for eternity, with no one to pull her out. She sits wondering if the pain will ever go away, cre