She

She ran into her room
And took cover from the world
She dove under her blanket
With a pen and her notebook
And wrote like she never wrote before
She wrote of heartache
About lost hopes and dreams
She wrote about her drunk father
And distant mother
She wrote about old scars
And new blood
She wrote about deterioration
Of friendships
Lives
And love
She wrote of changes
And cravings
And drugs
That she never wanted to be a part of
She wrote of feeling helpless
And trapped
And lonely
Even wrapped in his arms
She wrote about her hurt
And confusion
And about courage
Or lack of
She wrote of her future
And her fears
And about the world itself
Then she locked it all up
And hid it away
And went back to everything
She never wanted to face