poem

I wish I could claim credit for writing this, but I can't. I got it off a website that I really like. If you want, and you're nice to me, I'll give you the link. But anyway, this explains where I'm at right now. I've prayed, but I almost don't want to cuz I wanna give in. I haven't given in, though....yet.

So here it is.

She closes her eyes and her mind drifts away,
As she pulls the covers to her chin,
Feeling ashamed and all alone,
She gazes into the darkness of her room
With the curtains pulled tightly shut,
And the room turned black as night
With her head pounding and her wrists aching,
She slowly reaches for the phone,
but hears them whispering, "don't be a burden, let them sleep."
"it's not their problem, the demons you keep."
She wants to cry, but the tears are frozen.
So she sits and tries her hardest, to make sense
Of the chaos buried deep within her mind.
But her eyes get heavy as the pencil slows.
Another feeling buried, another poem unwritten
But maybe they will let her sleep. Maybe the feelings wil go away.
For the morning will come and the dreams will be forgotten,
The night of torment and pain is over.
It might be hot in her long sleeves and jeans,
But the night came to an end when she finally gave in.