She reads
And she sleeps
Way too much
It's her coping defence
When nothing else will suffice
She needs to get away
Without actually leaving
Because she's too scared
And too tired
To leave her bed
So she cracks open a book
To escape somewhere far away
And she'll sob for the characters
Whose brokenness resembles hers
And then she'll sleep
And have sweet dreams
Of realities that are not her own
Because pretending is so much easier
Than facing reality
So she'll sleep and dream
And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
She reads
And she sleeps
Way too much
It's her coping defence
When nothing else will suffice
She needs to get away
Without actually leaving
Because she's too scared
And too tired
To leave her bed
So she cracks open a book
To escape somewhere far away
And she'll sob for the characters
Whose brokenness resembles hers
And then she'll sleep
And have sweet dreams
Of realities that are not her own
Because pretending is so much easier
Than facing reality
So she'll sleep and dream
And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape
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