Not even a chapter book

April 25, 2009
By Anonymous

pain is chapter one in my life
suicide is chapter two in my book of strife
chapter three is filled with blank pages
which represents the emptiness i felt in ma childhood ages
chapter four is filled with pictures of a girl crying
the girl is crying because she's tired of trying and trying
tired of trying to solve an unsolvable problem with a locked door with no key
tired of trying to an unsolvable problem which has a hand out stretched but can't be reached
trying to stop the river of tears from flowing
trying to wipe out my memory and forget what i grew up knowing
knowing there's a hole in my heart that can never be filled
knowing that there's no cure for my disease because i'm emotionally ill

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