Pieces

Wish she could say the darkness brought her peace, sitting here in silence just makes it feel like dread so deep. Though stars may shine, and crickets chirp.. the air is thick and stagnant.

Days seem long and nights she hates the most, it drags along while she is stuck in her head too long, thoughts they course through like waves crashing on shore of loud thunderous roars with never any remorse. While Everyone is asleep, she is left scolding herself to bits.

She’s falling apart even more, piece by piece she’ll rip herself to shreds. Yet rise the next day, fulfill daily tasks and wait as night rolls about and there she will be, repeating her nightly routine..