Notebook Entry, Date Unknown, 2009


A reality of depression

Where drugs run free…

Every day is another fresh tear,

Every minute is another fresh hope,

That I will,


wake up.

A realm of downward dives

Knocking every happy memory to the sea…

That little girl,

The one used and battered…

Black and blue soul

is not ready to be pinched awake

This little girl...

No one to talk to,

No one to write to,

Only a book.


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