She felt tormented by her past. Every night she cried herself to sleep. The pain, she knew, would kill her. Her very soul was being eaten alive by the demons within. Day after Day, a wall was built against people. Not one person cared enough to break it down. Twisted words, that felt like barbed wire, broke her down. All of the images appeared from her past. It was her fault and because of the people. Never again she thought she would sleep. With all those wicked things within. This was the end of her. No one took a second glance at her. Moment by moment, she felt even further down. With nothing left within, She will become the past. Side by side with eternal sleep, She was always the kindest of people. Who were these people? They were always surronding her. Invading her sleep. Falling further down. Recreating her past. Destroying her from within. Someone need to look deep within. But they were only people. Living in the memories of the past. No one noticed her. She must not fall down. Not even in her sleep. Deprived of sleep, She could no longer fell within. Her head hanged down, Looking at the happy people. No one cared for her. Not even in the past. Surronded by happy people, she could no longer sleep. Tormenting and teasing befall within her. She remembered her past as she fell further down. -Me.