In the dead of the darkest night, <br />in the most pitch black sky, <br />a girl is sobbing in her bed <br />between her gasps and her sighs - <br />and she is covered in ink <br />as she writes she wants to die. <br />That night was the night <br />when she finally understood <br />how the deepest thoughts <br />and horrible memories could <br />pain someone so much, that they <br />hurt themselves the way they would. <br />In the dead of the darkest night, <br />the girl, she sits up late <br />and counts everything <br />about herself that she hates - <br />and she, on this day vows, <br />love will seldom return her to this state. <br />And there she sat on that bed, <br />she closed herself away, <br />the girl knew it was too dangerous <br />to feel such deep pain, <br />because nothing ever lasts <br />and no one <br />ever <br />stays.<br /><br />Marie Daniels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-at-2-39-am/
