Self-Inflcited Coma.

She is held captive,
By the walls she puts up around her.
To mask her tears.

And to smother her screams.

Like a statue she stands,
Cold and unmoving.
Nothing can bring her out of her daze.

She's trapped inside within the world of broken dreams.

Hidden inside herself,
Trapped in the body they call girl.
Tortured and tormented,

By something she cannot recall.

Something's there, always lurking.
Witnessing her every mistake.
Watching and waiting.

Until she stumbles and falls.

Preying on her unhappiness,
Dragging her deeper into herself,
The inner voice.

It's telling her she's reached the end.

It's relentless, unforgiving.
Every time she tried to get away.
Called back by the unknown.

Something keeps calling her back again.

Something is just not right.
Eyes open, yet unseeing.
Milky eyes, lifeless glass carved into a delicate face.

She can't tear herself away.

Trapped by her own vulnerability,
All those dime-dollar thoughts and rosy promises,
A heart left broken,
And all those worthless dreams, a penny a dozen.

Frozen, in a dream-like state.
Self-inflicted coma.