She lived her life through black and white blogs
Through disposed razor blades and maroon dyed tiles
And drowning thoughts and death wishes

She would lie awake at night
Covered in sweat and dripping with tears
Because there was nothing she could do about her overbearing thinking

The only other escape was the fresh cuts which layered her skin
And the porcelain toilet that she memorized like the back of her throat
And the written death wishes that scattered the files of her brain

Nobody helped her though because she hid
Under the piles of sheets that covered her kingdom she called the Land of Escape
Where her dreams were more real than her life she could hardly handle

But then one night she finally disappeared forever into that Land of Escape
And she took a boat made of twisted rope tied tight by depression
Which then sailed down the smooth rivers of her endless, mindless, death row

And now she is to be found buried 6 feet under and burned to ashes to conceal bruises
The bruises left by her own wicked decision to stop the clamour of life
The bruises life left to stop the clamour of her own mind