laying in bed
she stares at the ceiling
the horrible thoughts raving inside her head
she can't control her breathing
there's a weight on her chest
her hands are shaking
she's trying her best
but she just keeps on breaking
there's tears falling down her face
she has no idea what to do
the demons are taking there place
ready to push her over the edge
to do what she wants to do
she's dead before dawn
the ceiling still dark
she couldn't keep the promise she had sworn
And she will never again play in the park
Again
she's gone
before the ceiling turned light
YOU ARE READING
save me, please
Poezja"Maybe I don't cry, but it hurts. Maybe I won't say, but I feel. Maybe I don't show, but I care." This is my way of expressing how I feel and getting these suffocating thoughts out of my head.
