Someones always there

Her breath heavy
Her heart beat well out of order
It speeds up and then goes down lower
She is a victim, a victim of something
Before now you wouldn't know nothing
Secrets were kept
So they couldn't be spilled
Her soul was snatched and taken
And needed to be refilled
Phone calls at random
Notes written by phantom
She sees faces in mirrors
Eventually it will bring her to tears
She sometimes hears voices behind
An answers always denied
Her breath it thickens , it gives her a shock
She turns back and runs down the block
She takes the next corner
Stops dead in her track
There's an unwanted figure
Right by her back
"close your mouth" he says
"you better not be a talker"
"I've been watching you for awhile you can call me your stalker"