Sitting silently; hidden by the downfall of drops,
Rapidly soaking through thick layers of...
I was born on a runaway train.
I was born there, on this day...
That same song is perfect still,
The rhymes in every line...
How does she feel
Holding her diploma high...
Little Jenny's in her room,
She was beat again...
Feelings rush inside
As the purest water falls from my eyes...
Line after line, scrawled across the page in blue...
Words bleeding onto paper, describing a life...
MY SORROW...
Labels are marks
with deadly poison...
She drifts through the house wringing her hands
Opening the doors to every room...
Nightmares and tormented sleep
Dark memories haunting a soul...
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