Being Alive

by Mike   Jul 28, 2007


In her years of being alive.
This is what she had... for a life.
Abuse, drugs, alcohol, no love.
Her only dream...to float above.
Her life is hard, her life is old.
She feels no warmth only cold.
What can she do...she's just a kid.
Why is her life as hard as it is?
She looks around..see's a knife.
Thinking how to escape from this life.
Going so swift.
She cuts her wrist.
This is it...no turning back.
She takes a look...going black.
In her years of being alive.
This is what she had... for a life.

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