Her own demons, she did meet.

Love was the last thing she dreamt about.
Being happy, no doubt.
Maybe, she will recognize what brought her down.
Or remember that he came around.
When she lay stone cold in that hospital bed.
Nobody had any idea what was going through her head.
That night that they found her passed out on the street.
It was her own demons, she did meet.
She almost died, this is no lie.
We were so scared for her life,
Beside her body was a knife.
Now we have no idea if she was in this alone.
She could of called someone on her cellphone.
Because of what had happened to her, she cannot be alone anymore.
We are tired and saw all of this before.
So now at all times, someone has to be by her side.
This is no lie, as we tuck her in, my tears fall down my face, for now I have cried.
©terrylin53