Depression

Written 8/3/05

She sits in her room all alone.

Everyone judges, but nobody knows.

Is the in there because she’s mad, tired, or scared?

No. It’s because she is depressed to the point of breaking.

If someone doesn’t do something soon, it will be too late.

Her dad is always drunk, her mom doesn’t care.

She will never know true love.

For there is no more glue for her broken heart.

Her mom goes upstairs to find her motionless daughter.

There is a note that reads: I took my life before Daddy did. What’s done is done. Now I will no longer suffer.

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