• As I lay my head to rest I pray the lord will heed this request.
    As I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord HER MIND to keep.
    Voices and disaster all around, is there no sanctuary for her to be found?
    I wish not to receive that call, because it would mean she had ended it all.
    Why can she not just live?
    Can’t she live in peace like the rest of us?
    Or am I just making a fuss?
    She’s said it before so it’s bound to be said again…
    Can only death her heart mend?

    Her inner-demons scare those she holds dear.
    So she is without fear.
    Not of pain nor of death.
    Her biggest fear….
    Is that organ in her chest.

    Can one with a heart seemingly so cold at the same time….
    Be made of gold?

    I hide from reality and those I can touch
    Using the internet as my sanity’s crutch.
    But when I attach to ones so far that I cannot reach them even with a car.....

    Would I get there within the hour?....
    These people my heart they do scour.

    At their worst times I am their string to life…….
    At even worse times I am someone whom on they can vent strife.
    And still this time it is not enough…
    To please her is quite tough.

    I have not known her long
    But her sorrow……..To me sings such a sad song.

    Sure things would go back to “Average”……..
    But to act like it had never been I could never manage.

    If she were to take her life tonight…….
    I hope she would find her deserved piece of light.

    By Rachel L.
    Dedicated to Erika M.