I lay on the bed hoping to sleep
Bed was soft but my life was not,later I realised, atleast I tried unlike someone who just died.
That day,
I slept.
I slept for the first time.

There were two sides of leaves one sat by her window every starry night hoping to escape other planned,fought,escaped she died on her window she escaped

I was shivering in the cold,
With no one there to hold.
I saw a bear, walked up without fear,
And hugged him as he stood near.
He tore me apart and ate me alive—
At least I felt warm before I died.