I Feel Like Dying

Floating... The girl is sitting in her bedroom that she no longer recognizes, in her house that she could never call "home." She is sitting on her bed with her knees pressed to her chest. Her eyes are closed, and she is slowly rocking back and forth. The girl is imagining herself in a different world. A world made of laughter. Where the sky is made of silk and the grass feels like feathers. Where no one cries or talks to loud. Where no one argues or creates jealousy. The girl is safe in this world. This is the only place where she can be safe from the monster. But he can come into her world whenever he wants and remind her that the world is not how she wants it. The sky is not made of silk, and the grass is not made of feathers. The girls goes to this place to get away from the monster, but when she opens her eyes, that is when reality sets in. The girl lays down on her bed and pretends she is dying, disappearing, becoming non-existant. If she has to live in a world where there is no silk, no feathers, or love, than she doesn't want to live at all. The girl pretend she is floating away. Away from her bedroom that she no longer recognizes, away from her house that she could never call "home." Away from the monster, the darkness, the tears, away from it all. Away from herself.