Blanket

I come home and lay on my bed. I pull my blanket over my head.
When I am cloaked from the world I feel safe. My blanket is my haven.
It shields the horrors of the world, and keeps me safe. My blanket keeps the nightmares away as I dream a happy dream. Every day I feel more and more alive.

My blanket is warm. My blanket is safe. My blanket is home.

But when my blanket is pulled away from my body, I am scared once again.
I have to face reality and realize the truth: I live in a broken world. I am a broken girl.
I live with an abusive father, I go to a school where nobody likes me, and I am dying.
I have terminal cancer and daddy dearest doesn't care. I work to pay my hospital bills, and I pray that I well live but things only seem to get worse.

I'll live today and die tomorrow, but I'll know somewhere I belong.
When I die I will ask for my blanket.
My home, my world, my place I belong to.

My time is almost near so I'll spread my blanket and hide.
I whisper, "Goodnight, Goodbye." and I fall into a happy slumber.
I never wake again. They find me on the hospital bed with a smile on my face.
They think I am dead but really...I've never felt more alive.

I am alive under my blanket.

I am Alive.