Once I was a little girl, who played make Believe, now I am an older child who pretends she hasn't seen, heartbreak and misery the blood upon the walls, who went from scrapes on her knees, to migraines in her head, and scars that decorate her delicate wrists, I want to be the child, once again, who gets to play with all her toys at once, but now I'm grown up, Peter pan never saved me, now I have no choice... I need to stop holding my breath, I don't live in a fantasy story, unfortunately...