Asking myself why I always wind up as this inferno of a girl...

Running to catch up with all the time that passed by my bathroom window.
The summer sun never brightens my dim eyes.
How I crave the blackness.
My weakness, wrapped in a balloon, placed atop a shiny backdrop.
Chasing the high.
Never getting high enough.
Withering away in the silence of my black bed sheets.
What becomes of th...