The Whisper

The whisper in her dreams
Has now become a shrill scream
Her dreams, she knows, will shatter
Leaving broken shards that cut
Her delicate, golden skin,
Leaving marks of the dark memories

It wasn't really all a haze,
She recalls every moment of those deceiving
And how it turned day to constant night
The whisper follows everywhere,
Making sure she knows what everyone really meant
The whisper saidyou've got no one but yourself,
"What's holding you back from going under?"


But what if that leaves me?
I'll have nothing left –
"So leave before you get hurt again"
The whisper went silent.