Her poem

Pain, grief, sleeplessness, hate

that's all I got in my mind

don't know how to live anymore

no one believed me

turned me into the guilty one

can only cry by myself

never imagined it will turn out this way.

They turned me into a monster

they asked me how did I turn out like this

they never knew they woke the monster in me

I turned into a wounded beast that could not be tamed

life turned into a bitter sorrow

I kept hoping this episode would come to an end.

When I finally get to sleep

I have all sort of nightmares

drowning into an endless nightmare

when I finally wake up

I feel pain on my body

I can't help but feel my nightmare was real

someday I hope I triumph.

I see no use moving to the future

the future may be warm but my soul feels hot

my whole soul is dying but I can't do a thing

I distanced myself from social gatherings

I turned cold to people

stepping and crushing every single soul on my way

help from people are just like wolf in sheep clothing

I am the cold and aloof monster