Everyday she awakes alone
Wishing her heart was sewn.
Things have become a nightmare.
Nothing gets better here.
Things awaken at night
And bring upon fright.
She wishes it would all leave her alone.
And go bury itself under a stone.
The voices and shadows
That follow her through the meadows
Wanting to attack and hurt her.
For so many years it has haunted,
And sat there and flaunted.
The fact that it has all control.
Showing off the happiness that it stole.
It makes fun of her all the time.
Claiming that it 'made her mine'.
He is part of a dark and evil world,
He makes people want to hurl.
His face is mangled,
His body tangled.
He has a twisted mind
Never once being kind.
He manipulates minds.
Controlling people with dimes.
He looks for the loneliest.
One that is the unholiest.
He finds the ones that don't want life,
And forever takes away their strife.
Making them become full of hurt.
Making their lives burnt.
He is the one that forces people to die.
Taking their own life with a knife.
She sits there and hears his voice.
Controlling every type of life choice.
She can't rid herself of him,
He is manipulating her every whim.
She grabs the knife by her side,
And begins the life changing stride.
The only way to make him go away is to die.
She looks to her thigh.
She begins to draw the blood
But then she hears movement in the mud.
She looks over to fin her younger self.
As little as an elf.
"Don't do it," her past self claims,
"I no longer want to be with these things."
"He will go away
Once you say that you will forever stay.
No matter what don't take your life away.
That is what he wants, come what may."
She looks away and back to the knife.
Pulling it away with a slow strife.
"Do it!" He cries in her head.
"I need thread," she says aloud.
She stands up proud.
"You will not conquer me.
I will rid myself of thee.
I will stay away and save my life."
She throws down the knife.
"Leave you have lost!"
She walks away without a cost.
