Emotion stray like a chief fon stage, Alot to say but salted in it's spray, Mind that carry an Age old Story, But her lips could page these scene in glory.

She's broken!

Depression goes far beyond the redness of her self inflicted wound. It speaks softly to her inside with a vicarious tone salting each lone.

She's broken!


Don't make her smile, don't let her. cry
Don't let her ancient strive devoured
in timeless grief she might concise
Can't you see, I see it clear

She's broken.