Under my bedsheet ,
horrrifies my skin,
and seeps in,
dilates my pupil, force shuts my eye,
and then i know ‘this is it’.
Dark room and a lonely girl,
weeps in scary screams,
bangs her head so forcefully,
around the four walls,
of the room,
her screams creates a pit in my soul,
as her terryfying eyes look sore,
she screams ‘Why me’?,
she screams ‘Why this’?,
makes you wonder what happened to her…..
she is helpless,
she is in force of dark,
she is crying, she is trying,
but nothing to her helps….
the pain drags her in the dark…
and now nowhere she is to be seen
just a cold and numb,
ambience is left in the scene…..
i open my eyes to the scars of the heat,
just rushed to my mind, open eyed,
how much i want what happened to her,
to be dream,
but lonely girl is real,
THE LONELY GIRL IS ME……………