psuedo suicide

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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, 2014

Tags: nightmare, suicide dream, poetry

Lindsey Mele Document Media