Night Has Closed.

As night has closed
and darkness has fell
all that she abides by
has fallen to hell

the pain she suffered
and tears she shed
have fallen to pieces
yet still in her head

she rethinks those actions
of dark and cold nights
if she could redo it
she'd put up a fight

she collapses into darkness
till bitter nights end
a guardian angel
why wont they send

alone in this world
in a dark mellow place
is nothing but a girl
with so little grace

with tears on her pillow
and blood on her covers
is this one little girl
which no-one discovers

she waits till morning
when school shall begin
she smiles so fakely
yet beneath her skin

she refuses to sleep
thinking of this tower
where her life threw upon her
an unholy of power

sleeping awake
and choking on a dream
listening loudly
to a silent scream

harsh words
violent blows
hidden secrets
nobody knows

through all of this life
this girl will dread
being alive
yet feeling so dead

this girl in this poem
you just couldn't see
the girl in the poem
was actually me....