Here's a poem I wrote last night. Maybe it will explain a couple of things:
There was so much pain in her life No one saw the cuts appear There was always the strife To keep her in gear
The pain was her release From a deeper pain That could not be believed By anyone who had anything to gain
She is dying Can you not see it in her eyes Maybe because she is lying? So many lies...
Give her something to cling to please She has to handle this with ease
Lady_Esmerel · Wed Jun 08, 2005 @ 06:07am · 3 Comments |