She sleeps all through the day, all night
Her dreams, not bright, of light: in fright
Her darkest fears, here, come alive
Alive in places she ought not thrive.
Her mind reminds her dream of this
Of this, in bliss, she slits her wrists
She can’t control her utmost fear
Of being here, of him to her near.
Her sheets, they wrap and suffocate
And seal her fate: they commiserate
Forever new with soiled sweat
They place their bets, and she regrets
Of finding joy in sleeping through
Her confrontational fears renewed
And now, alas, her sleep is tainted
For rest, there’s none. Fears reacquainted.
Her days, they don’t offer recluse
She tries to withdraw, but it’s no use
Her peers, they slash her life with fame
They match up gossip to her name.
She dreams of this at twilight’s wake
Into her heart, she’ll pierce a stake
And once she fears her life is broken
She wakes up startled, her words still spoken.
She’ll kill herself when dawn draws near
But wakes up to nightmareish fears
That she’s not gone from Earthy hell
But in her dreams, she’s in a spell.
They bring her back in her last breath
And taunt her with untimely death.
Now see, this girl, she wonders why
She lives in pseudo suicide.
Created: Apr 22, 2014Lindsey Mele Document Media