-Poem-
"I hold in my hand, a knife
I think about all the crap in my life
I try to decide 'Is it worth it, to forfeit?'
I guess not, but all my life I've fought
Tried not to be bought!
A cloud of confusion and sadness
Comes over me when i think of him.
But I need to remember all he brought with him was sin!
I ignore it, I again ruin my life,
I look back at the knife
I'm hooked on a drug, not sex, but X
The drug of Love,
Sometimes I wish I were a dove
So someone could set me free
Free to fly among the trees
I can't take it!
Not anymore,
I need a place of my own
So when i come back I'll be grown
Hopefully this childish bond
Will be gone!"
-Stephanie Sanders-
I think about all the crap in my life
I try to decide 'Is it worth it, to forfeit?'
I guess not, but all my life I've fought
Tried not to be bought!
A cloud of confusion and sadness
Comes over me when i think of him.
But I need to remember all he brought with him was sin!
I ignore it, I again ruin my life,
I look back at the knife
I'm hooked on a drug, not sex, but X
The drug of Love,
Sometimes I wish I were a dove
So someone could set me free
Free to fly among the trees
I can't take it!
Not anymore,
I need a place of my own
So when i come back I'll be grown
Hopefully this childish bond
Will be gone!"
-Stephanie Sanders-