The Midnight Breeze

The midnight breeze blowing in my ear,
I'm starting to wonder if I'm the only one that can hear.

The things it says, it says it doesn't mean
The cruelness of it's words, going unseen.

Breaking down imaginary walls in her head,
Fighting for her life as she is misled.

The midnight breeze knocking her down,
Was it not enough to just make her frown?

Why did it have to cut her so deep?
Whispers that it's aiming for her eternal sleep.

Telling the fragile girl that she is a defect,
seeing how much of her it can dissect.

The midnight breeze urging her into silence,
it's shouting beginning it's violence.

Her unheard screams reaching far,
Calling for her nonexistant savior.

The midnight breeze taking her away,
ending her unforgiving doomsday.

Unwilling to remember her horrid life,
Forbidden to forget her pathetic strife.

The midnight breeze has blew out the flame,
That unknown person with great fame.