The Voice of Her Life

Sad, sad

Tears, all dried up

Her silence has never been heard

Gloomy is her mind,

Like tear gas in her life

Another needle to the vein,

And the rush...

Like a thousand ton train

Yet the tracks lead her astray

Dull and dreary becomes dawn

Pulling closer to the sheets

An urge to die...

There is no good end to this life, just an end of life

Breaking the silence was never her choice

Finding a high was the voice of her life...

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