It sucks her breathe to a pulp,
suffocating her until she’s not.
Leaving her to nervously gulp,
and cry in discreet, dripping with snot.

Morning comes with new adventures,
but delayed with recurring events.
Venturing her to drown in trenches.
She can’t seem to breathe through the vents.

she's never seen the sunlight,
that hides behind the pale moonlight.

The sky argues with violent fire,
illuminating colors of despair.
Its occupants sigh with tire,
inner candles losing its flair.

She gazes through the wall,
dreams and prays for fresh air.
then hides in paper, to escape all.

Pages and pages full of fiction,
words with complex diction.
Her eyes wander beyond the meanings,
making her own stories, as she keeps on dreaming.

The skies entrap her soul
While they fight and blame her life for existing.
she tries to forget the happiness they stole,
but it nibbles her insides and continues its twisting.

Night arrives, and her soul in debris,
laying on the ground of the lost and forgotten.
Deteriorating in a slow plea,
to be memorized, but left for rotten.

The skies keep living on,
forever regretting.
For the girl that is gone
and whom, they kept on upsetting.

The clouds cry for her stories,
and the sun shines in her glory.

Stars spark in memory of her light
and the darkness reeks for her sight.

The moon shines on her grave,
left as a secret that the sky will always crave.