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There once was a girl who was crying inside,
Though nobody knew it but her.

A shiver passes through my body, the skin of my arms prickling up to the sensation. A slight breeze floats in through the open window, making papers upon my desk flutter ever so slightly. The room is cold. It’s always cold, but seems colder tonight. Whether it really is or is just my mind playing tricks, I never know. Shadows stretch across the expanse like hungry hands set on devouring the last innocent things left in this place. It’s never safe here. You’d think one’s own room would be, but this one isn’t. As I lay upon my bed and stare across the room, I watch the shadows as the dance and play over my reality. They’re never gone, not even in daylight. My constant reminder of the blackness that follows me.

I feel pity for the moon. So many love it for it’s beauty, but when the morn comes, it is cast down once more and left alone until the sun passes it’s turn and lets it back into the spotlight. The moon is always alone. Though the bright light of stars radiate around it, it feels no love for them. They are advisories for love and might and grandness. The stars are too great in number for the poor moon to ever hope to compete with. So, instead, the moon made herself larger then them in the last ditch effort to stay loved. But the numbers were far too large and the moon had already been studied and set aside. There were far more things to study in stars. The beautiful sphere of silver is like me. Used and cast aside.

There once was a girl who was screaming inside,
Though nobody knew it but her.

Oh, sure. I’m not alone. That’s what they try to make me think. Yeah, I’m really loved. I’m loved so much that when they stop talking to me, they simply walk away. They don’t wait to see if I have something to say. No, that would waste too much of their valuable time.

The shadows always advance upon my bed. It is a select few of them who ever make it upon the dark spread. Most hang to the corners or other objects, clinging to things that are familiar. It’s almost as if I’m one the foreign object, not them. But perhaps I am. The room is colder. Every night, it gets colder and colder. Maybe it’ll start to freeze. Wouldn’t that be a sight? A stupid girl curled up on her bed, frozen solid with a smile upon her dastardly face. To sleep forever…That is my dream. But dreams have a habit of flying away into the impossible so that only the selfish, realistic ones remain. I want this, I want that. Of course, I want to sleep. That is a selfish little dream. Have I sunk so low as to only wish upon things for myself?

There once was a girl that was dying inside,
Though nobody knew it but her.

My heart beats slowly in my chest. It is a comforting sound. I lay my head back and close my eyes. It’s time to put away my thoughts and try to sleep again. It’s time to go back into my little world where everything is beautiful and no one feels like I do and no one knows what pain is. It’s time for the little demon to stray away and rest.

End