Dreams, nightmares, reality.

There she stands,
draped in dreams.
Screaming as her skin,
is ripping at the seams.

Blood shot eyes,
and scabby wrists.
Rusty razors,
and chewed up lips.

It's safe to say,
she's unstable.
Popping pill after pill,
running to her fable.

Dreams,
to nightmares.
Nightmares,
to reality.

How does she know what's real, anymore?..