She whispered her thoughts out loud
Manifested it and left it in doubt.
Crime rules her greatest nightmares
From the horror that she shares.
She fought the battles in her mind
With a word left, unkind,
She craved darkness, because of her mental state.
Carved in the wall written " hate."
It's never to late to turn yourself around.
Pop in that pill, the one that's passed around town.
Count yourself lucky that love was in your stars.
Your lucky there are people wondering how you are.
Sometimes you just got to move on,
Hanging in, hanging strong.
Never go back to when things were bad.
Be happy, live your life, and be glad.
©terrylin53
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