Head down on her desk

She tries her best but she always gets pushed to the edge

Sleepless nights control her life

Staying up because the insomnia is too hard to fight

Her troubles drift away on thoughts but return too soon when reality hits

Eyes closed to escape..

She avoids the faces that constantly hurt her..

The eyes that burst open every wound with one glance

She can close her eyes all she wants but she can never ease the pain

The scars will always be there

Healed but never erased

Hair over her face to shield her from the world

To hide her and give her shelter

Deep breaths that move her body in rhythmic motions

Calming her for the few seconds they last

Smoothing out the deep impulses to give up

To let it all go

To ease the pain

To escape

The rhythmic breaths are the closet she gets to freedom

Drifting off into sleep

She dreams of a better life

Where her scars are only from falling off her bike and not from abuse

Where her tears are from laughing too hard instead of pain

Where her exhaustion is from a long day at the park instead of sleepless nights

Head down on her desk she shields herself from the world

Eyes closed to escape reality

Scars showing her pain

Rhythmic breathes calming her thoughts

Hand out..

Searching..

Reaching for hope..

For a friend..

For love