Once upon some poems

Chapter three

The truth in behind her ~

There was this girl

Not the prettiest

Not the skinniest

For years she dreamed of being freed from this hell called life

She question her life

She wondered why what was the point

She wouldn't be missed

She there she at with a her bed side pills and

A knife she cried and cried the cuts got

deeper the bottle got emptier

The last cut and the last pill there

And she lay gone from this hell and

finally at peace.