I lay awake; my mind drifting in and out from
reality to dreams and back again.
My head aches and I long for a deep sleep
without terror and fear of the darkness.
Resistance from the nightmares of my silent
screams. Resistance from the sharp pain
inside of me. The throbbing pulse that once
lived has died. And the memory of my little
soul has gone away. Leaving me scared,
regretful, and uncertain to all that I
once believed.
