Depression
I'm lonely,
I hear her say,
She sleeps in the floor,
weeps all day.
Darkness is her friend
She struggles with dread
The sadness lingers,
As she hangs her head.
She grasp to take control
never knowing how,
then.....
always letting go.
I know her,
I long to help,
But what can you say or do,
When she ...is......You!
Copyright © Laura Warthen-Swafford | Year Posted 2008
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