someone gather me up, every single part

drop me where it’s quiet; where sadness flees my heart

is that place unknown? i’m sure it is to me

cause every way to heal is unavailable and not free

how long do you flail before someone sees you dying?

twenty-five years not long enough? i’m not lying.

i don’t have the energy to fight this fight again.

lay me down in peace, so i can rest ….. amen.

donna marie