I laid down in the dark,
Strapped in a jacket on my bed,
With orange-bottled pills
To keep the voices from my head.
But in the depth of silence
A figure entered at my feet.
A younger girl who said,
She's here to keep me company.
So through the night we spoke
Inside the cushion-covered walls.
It was nice to hear a voice,
That didn't make me feel so small.
We talked about my past,
Where I'd take one too many pills,
To escape the sound of whisper,
And give my mind a sense of still.
But as we finished speaking
My friend, she disappeared.
I asked the man who brought my lunch,
But no girl was ever here.