as i fall asleep i don’t feel scared
looking around my room
i feel content knowing ill never open my eyes to see my decorations again.
my music still plays in the morning
my mom comes to wake me up.
screaming and trying to get me to open my eyes
to take another breath
to make my heart beat just one more time
she screams and wails as she holds my body close
my father sits on the end of my bed crying
devastated he’ll never see me happy again,
their little girl is gone.
but they haven’t seen her for years
she was gone long before i decided to leave
