what is she to do?

Death to the unwilling soul that brings me to this hell we call life
When all that is known comes falling down,
Breaking the spirit,
Killing the mind,
Were the thought no longer counts, and the words blur.
The vision that was there is forever gone
A flatting memory of what once brought a smile
To her face now brings screams in the night,
And nightmares to the mind.
As the thoughts come to mind
She wishes she could just scream
But having to keep it inside is killing her
So what is she to do?
No one believes her when you can't see
The PAIN that someone feels.
No one understands the voices
She hears tearing her in a million different places,
Ways,
Directions.
The world always spinning
And all she wants to do is stand still screaming.