Not Real

shes afraid of the dark
& shes shaking with fear
but won't turn the light on
for fear of the tears
when all the lights are out
& the hour is late
she can't see
& breathes in the air of an imaginary place
her music is loud
& it drowns out all sound
now her ears begin to ring
but the volume remains
that way
she won't have to hear her own pain
late at night this is comfort
her escape from the world
then alarm clocks ring
the new day begins
& she wonders if she should get out of bed
or just fall
into twisted blankets & tears
she'll never do it
It's not worth the trouble
she's not asking for pity
she's just asking for help
but if nobody hears her
does she still make a sound?
nobody heard her
nobody heard me
I guess not

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