Its cold and wet outside,
as the darkness falls,
she begins to shiver,
as her skin crawls.
she lies there awake,
for hours on end,
fighting her own sleep,
making coffee her favorite friend.
her eyes are heavy,
she wants to give in,
but she knows she cannot,
because the pain will begin.
her worst memories,
and her biggest fears,
they live in her dreams,
and wake her in tears.
she cannot handle it,
how the dreams haunt,
how bad the pain hurts,
or how her fears taunt.
So she spends her nights,
living in this hell,
but her days are perfect,
as far as anyone can tell.