5. In its daylight

In the day light, she doesn't remain to be herself,
she belongs to this world and its sky,
following whatever they would say,
because she is shushed when she asks why.

Now she was supposed to forget what was said,
but she folded it into pieces and bits,

kept in her mind,
somewhere in utter silence,
when this world goes to sleep,
which would wake up tomorrow only to perpetuate hatred.
So she ripped off herself from the air that she breath,
to set her soul from this bane.
She wept and she whimpered but no one heard it.

So now a messed-up mind settled down,
breezing from that corner.
That mind belonged to a girl who wanted to know every single damn thing she could hear.
Her eyes at night would dazzle with the pain,
that the hurricane of curiosity caused her, crossing the harbor of her mind.
But she would rather die of shame than steering her inquisitiveness.

They believed she lived in a world of concussions,
where these bruises were her mark of happiness.
In the most deranged way, she arranged her thoughts and vision,
she walked the enlightened possibilities and sometimes failed,
only to fall into an abyss dug by people.
That torment those wounds caused, won’t bring her back.
She never belonged in here anyway, for now she is dead.
Perhaps that’s what this moment wanted,
she belonged to the moment of dim light.