Her life seemed ever so perfect
No worries in her world, it is bliss
Normal child like body and like mind
Had friends and boyfriends all alike
Assertive and well-liked by all
She always shinned ever so bright
But then, it happened... she fell into despair
Sickness of the soul
She then began to isolate herself in her very own room
Worry, torment unto herself
Her body grew weaker by the day
Unbearable anxiety, fear, and stress in body and mind
Trying to head towards her death
Helpless despair until no more
Waiting for her sins, 'till she dies and then believes
In something she could never see
Bleeding for her sins, 'till she dies and then believes
In something she could never be
A faceless monster
Despair waves chains that sharpen itself
From which there's no salvation
Now I can take this
Everything that you know, You realize that I am
Nothing you wanted
And blame yourself again from what I do to you
This deep despair
Carving in her
Wither life away
Sickness of the soul