Yesterday I crawled into the attic
just like I always do to escape
When I was a child
I played pretend with my mother's old clothing and jewelry
Then I graduated to reading on my own
Eventually I just went up there to sit and write
I wrote stories, poems and diary entries
The attic was my safe haven
I went there when my parents fought
When my daddy left
Whenever my sister made me cry
After my first heart-break
I went in there and it was magic
like Tinkerbell's fairy dust
In there I could fly
I spent many hours there crying and laughing
But yesterday wasn't the same
Yesterday I crawled into the attic
and I desperately needed to feel safe
But I didn't
the magic was gone
the pain was too overwhelming
Yesterday I crawled into the attic
and today I no longer exist