Started on: June 7,2016
Finished on: June 9,2016
Better is the night
It is for she
For there, it seems that time has stopped
Where all is silent and fast asleep
Where all is in peace
Except for she
Better is the night
It is for she
For the tears that threaten to spill that day
Can then flow freely
Until no tears came
She just wanted to be happy
Better is the night
It is for she
For everyone's too deep in sleep
To hear her weeping
To hear the kitchen drawers opening
To hear the sobs she tries too keep in
Better is the night
It is for she
For the tears that are visible on her cheeks
Cannot be seen for in the dark it's hidden
And so she hides in the corner
Where not only her tears can't be seen
Better is the night
It is for she
For there, she can do magic
By drawing with silver
Then turning to red
A magic trick she won't let others see
Better is the night
It is for she
For nobody is there to see
The horrible things she does to herself
You all thought she was okay
For there were no visible scars
Better is the night
It is for she
For then she doesn't need to hear
All the ridiculous questions to be asked
"Are you okay?"
But sometimes the question haunts her
And that's not okay
Better is the night
It is for she
It's not always the thought of wanting to die
All she ever wanted was to live, really
And sometimes she'd lay on her rooftop
Drowning herself in deep, deep thoughts
Closing her eyes, not wishing to die
But to dream and live in a world of her own
And so sometimes she wishes
The longer the night would last
-Kimberly
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