A tale of a schizofrenic girl

A dark room full of unknown shadows,
broken glass lying on the floor.
There she sat all alone,
locked away behind a door.

Pain that poars through her veins,
as the tears run down her face.
Abandoned she sits in the cold,
with the wind as her only embrace.

The darkness lies around her,
and the shadows whisper near.
They talk to her in a kind voice,
"Don't worry, feel no fear."

She wish they would just go away,
leave, and never return.
Because of voices, she caused them pain,
With a heart in flames, that burn.

How she could hurt the ones she love?
The shadows say she's to blame.
"Now that you did everything wrong,
nothing will be the same."

She wants to scream, she wants to shout,
but her voice has flown away.
She raises up, and opens her mouth,
but she have no words to say.

"It is no use, you will obey,
Don't fight no more, don't fight."
The shadows come closer and closer now,
And the wind howls in the night.

"You know what you have to do,
you know it's the only way.
Do you want to live like this?
With darkness in every day?"

She wants to run, but her feet won't listen,
and they make her turn around.
She walks toward the broken window.
And looks down to the ground.

Her lips form a single word,
"No," is what she says.
The sound isn't hearable,
and all she hears is "Yes"

She feels the darkness come around her,
the tears run down her cheek.
She thought she could handle it, all alone,
but she was way to weak.

The shadows push her out the window,
and for a second, she swore she could fly.
Another word comes to her head,
the final word "Goodbye."