She feels stuck in a situation that she cant get out of no matter how hard she try's && threw it all she always feels alone stuck in a room of four little white walls where no one sees or hears a word. Where all she sees is a reflection in the mirror of a face with tears streaming down its checks. The feeling of anything getting better is so far. Scary to her... So she goes off to run away when she can and escapes to the things that make her smile, she runs to the things that take her out of her sad reality && she never wants to return.
But when she's back back in them four little white walls where no one sees or hears a word she knows that it being better is like a hand full of sand almost completely gone cause its been slipping threw the cracks of her fingers. . . Almost impossible