Isabella Francis (18 June 1996 / India)

Curled up against herself in a deep sleep,
She is immersed in dreams, thousand feet deep.

Her dreams are not a bit of her life's reflection
Her dreams to her are her only addiction.

She dreams daily, each and every night
Sometimes they light up her face and make her cry in delight.

But tonight is as special as it ever could be
Tonight, from all bondages she is going to be free.

Her life, twisted, messy, disastrous and so on,
Her dreams light, beautiful, happy and please go on.

She has decided tonight to live in those dreams eternally
All she needs is a swipe of a blade to quit reality.

She has heard the endless blabbers of suicide
But to her it is an act of bravery, not of cowardice.

All she wants is to live in her dreams
What if for that she has to cut herself clean.

Curled up against herself in a deep sleep,
She is immersed in dreams, thousand feet deep.

As she goes deeper and deeper into her ocean of dreams,
She loses her breath, pulse and heartbeats.