She sits there in the corner,
All torn and broken,
Afraid of who might come through the door,
Trembling to even the slightest sound,
Terrified of world behind the door.
She would stay wake,
Maybe days; perhaps weeks;
Might even get to months,
Worried that they would take her,
If she falls asleep.
A figure came running through the door on a silent night,
Saying that there's a way out,
While pointing at the windows,
He said jump,
He said now.
She ran crashing through the windows,
Falling through the 6 floors apartment,
Face first to the concrete,
Head smashed like a rotten fruit,
And that was the end of her.
The figure was only in her head, the voice was only her own. Desperation calls out the deepest desire, in a way that could push you out of your fear.