She cried herself to sleep...

She cried herself to sleep that night
because everything she touched
turned into dust
and she was a mere reflection
of what she used to be
and she feared her fears
would get the better of her

She cried herself to sleep that night
because the stove was out of gas
the medicine cabinet had no pills
the blades were too blunt, not sharp enough
and the words no longer
bled out of her,
taking her pain with them

She cried herself to sleep that night
because doubt overwhelmed her
and she realized she was nothing
but a faint whisper no one heard
a dull ache no one felt
an existence no one knew of
a presence no one would miss

She cried herself to sleep that night
because it was easier than dying
it was easier than staying awake
and being deafened by the voices
in her head

She cried herself to sleep that night
because all she could see in the mirror
was the reflection of an ugly life
and this ugly girl stared at her
when she looked out of the window
on that quiet night

She cried herself to sleep that night
because that was all she could do
in this helpless world
she couldn't scream for help
or run away
all she could do was
the one thing that warmed her face
made her heart ache
and so,

She cried herself to sleep that night.