• Look at me.
    Yes, you may openly stare.
    Because I cannot see you.
    These eyes, they are dull.
    I know, because I cannot feel them anymore.
    I cannot feel any part of myself.
    I am gone from this body.
    Yes, my spirit is free!
    The doll you are looking at?
    Trying to talk to?
    It won't answer.
    That useless prison,
    It holds me no more.
    Those once bright eyes?
    That sweet, bell-like voice?
    The small person everyone knew?
    She is free.
    That person you see,
    Blank and staring?
    Don't waste your time trying to talk to her.
    She won't answer.
    Leave a message for her,
    Or should I say me?
    Let my spirit roam wild and free,
    Because without that body,
    That sham?
    I am finally free!