Jan 26, 2007 01:30
She feels it again.
Attack.
All over again.
Attack.
She didn’t even sleep yet.
She hasn’t slept for days.
It’s just a feeling, just as bad.
Panic.
Terror.
That nothing can help.
She sits and preys to come to her senses.
Everything is okay.
But she is lying to herself.
She’s laying in the dark
An adult, scared out of her mind.
She creeps down the hall
With her head held down
She is crawling in her parents bed.
Pathetic!
She stops
No one to be found
Her heart begins to hammer
Her daddy should be there
Because she just had a horrible nightmare
He should be there to hold her close
Hug her and take away all her fright
Just to tell her everything will be alright
But the bed is vacant
She just cant take it
She lays down with her dolly
And pulls the covers up close
Taking in her daddy’s aroma
She lays there and softly sings to herself a lullaby
As one lonely tear runs down her cheek
“Now Hush
My Little one,
Don't be afraid, your daddy's right here
It's just a little dream,
And now it's gone there's nothing to fear
So close your eyes, I'll sing a sweet lullaby
Lay your head close to my heart.
I'll keep you safe and warm.
So close your eyes and wish upon the brightest star
cuz when you dream it doesn't matter where you are
near to me or very far
I'll always be with you”
Pathetic
I think im going to...
I cant even believe I am thinking about it
Maybe it will make this go away
A last ditch attempt
to stop self distruction