pretty cruelty

|| 01:32

01:32[am]

Looking at the television, not really registering the pictures before her eyes, she slowly collapsed into the couch.

It was good right? After trying to stay awake and to figure out how she would sleep, because she was sure that she did not want to sleep in her room because
Uno either she would not sleep at all
Or
Douce she again would have horrible nightmares

So she decided for her own good to camp on the couch and to let the television on, which would give her light and sounds that helped her falling asleep.

So while listening to the voices but not really understanding them she drifted off to a light sleep, which was still better then none at all right?¿

Yeah know not really, this damn couch was everything else then a good sleeping place,
She desired someone to hold her
She wanted to feel warmth
But she was cutting ice
And no one would dare touch her...

So in the night when it was cold
She herself would get colder
And one step closer to something
That she did not want to be.

And when no one was awake
The ghost and demons would hunt her,
Judge every decision of her,
Making her feel like...

Like she was nothing
And she hated it
So so much

With all the influences around her
She had forgotten her own voice
And often the only sound that you would hear from her
Wasn't even hers
No, no it was what everybody expected.
And sometimes she would hear a tiny noise from her own
And when that occurred
She again remembered  who she was
But oh how often she had forgotten
Or even worse, just ignored it?
Oh darling, look what

S O C I E T Y
Did to you?