She thought. she thought about yesterday, her past mistakes, things that happened years ago, things she no longer had control of. The thoughts racing through her delicate mind, ravaging her every move. She no longer lived in the present nor prepared for the future; her poor young soul imprisoned in the very thing she fought so hard to forget. Yet she lived... Lived for distant memories and old friends, but not once did she stop to look at the world around her now, not once did she stop to smell the flowers or feel the cool breeze whisking through her finger tips. She had forgotten. Forgotten what it felt like to life in the moment, so stuck living through photographs and song lyrics. She had become lost and no one was looking for her. Isolated herself so far from everyone who had tried so hard to help her... dug herself so far deep into a hole and there was no ladder. So she dug, dug in the only direction she knew how...immersed herself deeper into the depths of "hell"... Unaware of the mental suicide she was about to commit, unaware that she had been a prisoner of her own mind... For she is her own worse enemy.