• My story begins with a girl beaten down
    By pressures put on her already heavy frown
    A long and painful death is life
    She would go out of her way to write
    A silent plea, a cry for help
    With out making a sound with pain she’d yelp
    Letters and notes came from the plea
    Telling of life’s end that soon would be
    Trying hard to conceal her depression
    She denied herself any confession
    She looked for satisfaction in others’ lust
    Online she searched for someone to trust
    Empty promises came and went
    Adding to her discontent

    It was on the night she’d decided
    How to end this life so chided
    That he appeared with gentle words
    Which she longed to hear in larger herds
    He gave her hope and dedication
    All through this sweet revelation
    Her fragile state became more stable
    No longer would she be unable
    To feel the love that now surged through her
    From the man that never knew her