Maybe the girl I know Isn't born perfect She had freckles and burns Under her skin She had violet scars, Dark circles under her eyes. She is weak and vulnerable
She longed for peace A minute of escape from all of the distress that has been following her. A moment of silence. A moment where she could free herself and prevent the pain from spreading through herself, even from being felt.
She searched everywhere for it She's been to places to find it But she couldn't She wanted it so much She could trade her life for it.
Sleep was the only place for her to calm the raging storm that has been roaring inside her stomach. And she aches for it. She aches for it even more.