she can only watch.

watch herself spiral into insanity,

and be enveloped in darkness.

after all, she's not really here.

she's like a puppet with string or yarn that is attached to her.

she makes the movements,

she talks, and whispers and cries,

and glances and gazes,

and sleep,

forever sleep is such a wish,

to be free and gone and just dead.

so for now, she can only watch,

because she's not really

here.