So It Is Life
She sit and wonder as the sadness rolls in
happiness ends, the new path begins
the fade of there insults still play in her mind
the face of innocence but there words not so kind
with tear streaked face, she is hollow inside
writing brings relief but how much time can it bide?
she has the face of calmness as she curls on her bed
but the turmoil of emotions run wild through her head
her dreams disturbing, she awakes restless instead
through college she works but her eyes are like led
no happiness inside, no peace can be found
her emotion too strong, her mind does it bound
is this the curse of writing? is this what it brings
the dull ache of misery? or the lonely stings
she is with her friends yet she feels so on her own
sinking in through her skin and down to her bones
anxiety and stress is it just part of the bridge?
or is it too much will she fall of the ridge?
the pain too much she wants to leave this life
the agony too much overflows to the knife.
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