Hand her a pen..
words fill her brain...
Take me back to when everything was okay.
I want to be happy and not feel so dead inside...
Broken promises and painful lies
ripped skin and pain filled eyes...
Yaki is healing,
everyday, everyday...
Lately, she's been watching the weather
through the safety of her bedroom window...
I tried to be a good girl
but you never appreciates it...
Her eyes blurred gray like the sky just before it...
Her smile like a broken window in an old dusty...
Looking back over the past few years
At the person I used to be...
Everyday with me is bad
Can't stay with me without being sad...
Melesa Cole is only
But twelve...
Therapy
wallow alone...
Here alone with my
thoughts...