It's lies spoke louder than life,
and her mind was already a destruction in the making.
It called for her; longed for her,
and that's more than she could say about anyone else.
"I don't understand," she said.
"I can fix that," it replied.
We all have our own personal "it" in our lives. Whether they be human or inanimate, at one point or another we all rely on something to make sense of it all.
