Laying shallow in the darkness dept,
Wishing there were a final step to be leapt,
The Safety of her blankets near,
But she couldn't get away from this kind of fear.

Floating on this streamline bed,
Her only thoughts were filled with dread.
All the monsters knawed away
Any faith she still had to this day.

Submerged in this streamline bed,
A note for tomorrow to be read.

She once read in a book (or was it online)
Still to this moment she managed alone,
Because her parents were gone most of the time.
(Her life to be the same percentage as her phone)

"the morning is wiser than the evening"

And yet after all this time she was still focused on leaving

Decending in the streamline bed,
Her soul was tossed to the demons-they deserved to be fed.

A glimmer of peace,
In the final defeat,
Lost in this streamline bed,
Her wish was granted-she was finally dead.