Lullaby

She’s staring at the wall again-
waiting for it to cave in.
Just like the rest of her world.
(Cant they see she’s dying?)

And for a moment there is silence,
before her ears begin to scream.
She doesn’t know what she is asking.
But she just wants to be free.

And she’ll sing herself this lullaby tonight.
A melancholy melody to the soundtrack of her life.
Telling herself one day,
praying that soon, someday, she will feel alive.

In the distance there are footsteps,
running, pounding down the hall.
She prays, “oh, please, don’t let them enter.”
But too late, her cries unheard.

It doesn’t take long for the volley.
A clamoring of words and fists.
Left with bruises to remember,
what her place in this life is.

And she’ll sing herself this lullaby tonight.
A melancholy melody to the soundtrack of her life.
Telling herself one day,
praying that soon, someday, she will feel alive..

“someday, someday, someday, help me get away”

She tells herself just one more day,
if she can make that, she’ll be fine.
Or maybe she’ll just run away...
Or maybe she’ll just keep on dying...

And she’ll sing herself this lullaby tonight.
A melancholy melody to the soundtrack of her life.
Telling herself one day,
praying that soon, someday, she will feel alive...