Sleep...

She's stuck in comatose.
She's been forsaken by them.
She's so lonely.
She cried as everyone else just laughed.

On the hill she stands forced deep into solitude.
The echoing of her own voice begins to hurt.
She stands waiting for the sun.

She's waiting for those words, my words.
I take hold of her hand, it's cold.
The pressure has broke her.
The pressure was too much for her to bear alone.

Her eyes shut tight to things she'd want to see.
I'm laying beside her while she's dreaming.

I slept next to her and hope our dreams will connect.
I followed her where my existence isn't welcomed...