'It's...lonely now,' I thought to myself. My coworkers and boss didn't recognize me. As if i never existed, 'Am I even real? Am i conscious...maybe...maybe its all just a hallucination. Maybe oxygen is just anither drug that I'm on,' I thougt. 'Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me..." the thought swam through my head like a mantra. A never ending spiral.

I couldn't take this anymor...

I'm so scared

My skin is bare

My hands are bound

I make no sound

Red, white, blue flashing

Your body crashing

I scream your name

Youre not to blame

Your body's cold

You sold your soul

To those streets

Where you get beat

My name is Starr

I'll raise the bar

To get revenge

For you I'll avenge...