Chelsea Varvaro (01-23-1988 / New Orleans, LA)

So tortured was my poor, dim and shredded soul
That I thought nothing and no one could make me whole
Depression and loneliness were smothering my very being
Squeezing me so badly til my scarred heart was bleeding
Lost and alone, even though my family was near
And I had a map that said, “You are here”
Ignoring all the signs of the smallest glimpse of joy
I would only fall deeper into Hate’s little ploy
Nothing would faze me or make me smile