You think you know this girl?
You couldn't be more wrong...

Mothers and their daughters,
They share a special bond...

This monster called depression,
On my strengthless body it feeds...

I've never felt so useless,
As these tears fall down my face...

I hate when you gaze right into me
Your smile; it vanishes instantly...

This poem explains how I'm feeling about finishing...

Today makes it 40 weeks since you've been gone
280 days dragging on and on...

My eyes paced around that waiting room
Eyeing bodies, broken bones...

You fill me up with emptiness
Till I choke on broken air...

All it took was a look
And your cover was blown...