Abby Ii Poem by Timothy Long

sad and depressed,
all day and night when alone,
a sad existence with a down-view of life,
loved and hated all in the same school,
having the right to ask for a better life,
emotionally whipped but still holding on,
always watching to see what life has in store,
lacking of spirits and wits,
safe and sound,
abound the pound,
cleanliness and talented come in handy,
tears come and go,
just go with the flow,
help to find peace of mind,
talking to better people and making amends to be happier,
chose who's who,
beauty and smarts,
to support family with friends,
in a circle of trust,
conviction and commitment,
pain reliever for the future to heal the past,
is it worth it in the end?
better sad then suicidal,
gold better than silver,
needing a friend more than love,
once upon a time no more,
outside no more,
only inside the heart,
to keep sane,
and finally for once,
be happy.