Alone *poss. trig for suicide*
 

She had just fallen asleep,
into a night full of
tossing and turning,
and dreams turning sinister,
when someone, or something,
gently touched her face,
bringing her back to the reality,
of the surrounding darkness.

No one was there,
it was just her imagination.
She sits up straight, and listens.
Silence.
She slowly fades back into fitful dreams.

When she awakes, the sun is bright,
the birds are long past first chirp,
and the morning dew is already dry.
She crawls out of bed,
and creeps down the steps,
knowing what she’ll find.

Nothing,
silence,
emptiness.

No one is there.
No note, no phone message.
The place is deserted,
like all of her false hopes.

Yet, she struggles to put a smile on her face,
for she knows if she lets it crumble now,
it’ll only be harder to fake when people do appear,
even though she knows that once they do,
it won’t be long until they leave again.

And when that happens, she’ll leave this time.
No note, no phone message. Just a corpse of sorrow.
Let them sit up and wait for someone to return,
even though they know that she never will.

well done i felt drawn into the story
 

Tiffany

This is both moving and powerfull
You have a way of expressing
So much pulling us into her world of
Darkness , loneliness
And fear, clearly expressing her world of having to pretend to be
Happy to others like a mask. And yet if she allows others
To see her pain, sorrow, they will leave her, before shes given a chance
To be allowed to heal. and they would be to scared to
Accept her suffering. And that if they leave her this time she will
Herself leave forever
I felt myself drawn in and part of the story
Well done

Dave

amazing poem :)
im too lazy to log onto ap, but i'll give a better comment when its not 3:30am :p

Wow this amazing,it is so deep and powerful.