Sarah

The yelling is a lullaby to her, Her tears are invisible to all but her, The thoughts are a bedtime story, And the pen is her only friend. The young girl they say is so bright, is so dark in her mind. Like an eclipse that only shows in the darkness of her room. All that plays in her head is the bang of a gun, her solution. Each step is haunting, the need for her only friend is more than ever. The rattle of the pill bottle and the shaking of her hands show her need. A trail of tears runs down her body. Now as the sun rises, their tears fall on her body as they beg her to breathe.