Her voice went numb, She feared to swallow, Though, she knew, it was dumb, She couldn't help, it felt hollow. She feared to look, at her own skin, maybe, that really was the hook, -- To fear her own self. 'I fear nothing I yet know.' She often said; being brave. 'Maybe illness ain't that bad, after all.' She wondered, silently. After all it seemed like a good getaway From the pseudo-hectic, pathetic, wrong-lived stressed-out lives. Of all.