Comments about Courtney Turner
On the floor I lay my head,
And oh how I wish sometimes to be dead.
To grab that knife,
To take my own life.
To relieve my heart that has felt so sore,
As the blood smears on the walls, the floor.
I long to be free,
Free of the invisible shackles that seem to confine me.
My eyes fog, but the tears will no longer come.
With little hope instead I run.
My ankles weighed down by chains,
I can no longer avoid my pains.
With no choice but to become strong,
I notice that things weren't so bad all along.
I hold my head up high,
And to my grief, my ...