She stares out of her bedroom window.

Tears.

They run, down her face.

She watches.

As the world outside.

It continues on.

She wonders.

If she were to scream?

Would it even be heard?

She asks.

“Can anyone even see me?”

As she, she is simply a girl ..

A girl,

Overcome by OCD.

Her soul, it screams.

Begging.

Pleading.

Yearning.

If only, to be set free.

In her anguish, she looks to her disorder.

“Why have you locked me in here?”

“Won’t you just let me go?”

She begs.

Please, OCD?

The ground however,

It has become like cement.

Her mind –

It holds her hostage.

And she?

She is simply –

Unable to be set free.

And so,

In her desperation.

She sinks.

Further.

Into the darkness.

Into her darkness of her disorder.

She watches, fearfully.

Isolated. Afraid.

With tears in her eyes,

She thinks of the girl she once was.

And in that moment,

She realizes.

How much she has lost.

How much she has lost, due to OCD.

In her desperation.

She cries out.

“Don’t you remember?”

“Please, tell me you remember?”

This girl in here ..

She ..

She is just not me.

And so,

The tears, they fall.

Her heart, it breaks.

As she remains trapped by her disorder.

The disorder that tells her – that life?

Beyond these walls?

It simply –

Cannot be.

The disorder –

That she regretfully calls,

“OCD”.

From behind her bedroom window.