She.She's reaching out for helpShe.5 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
but no one turns to look.
She's drowning in the pages,
of her faded picture book.
Locking all emotions between,
the little spaces between her ribs.
She wishes she could end this,
before they take all she can give.
Snowy lakes and sunsets,
twinkling silver stars.
how wonderful they are.
Peaceful scenes and hopes,
and dreams and she just wants to sleep.
Tossing and turning in her bed while,
voices haunt her mind's streets.
They cry of all her failures,
They just won't leave her alone,
and let her go to bed.
But still the snow falls, the stars,
twinkle, the day time sleeps.
And still she'll lay there,
Under all her sheets.