The Cure - Poem by Reba Haapala
Why dose she cry?
Why dose she feel shame?
Why is the road so long to her happiness?
But every time she looks in the mirror
She can only see her faults
And pick out what she has done wrong in her past
Her thought of death come easy
The hate for her self grows deeper
Her deviance are down falling apart
Her pain is endless
To young to understand
What wrong and what right
Disappearing in her pain
no body notice the change
To end her life is the only cure to
All of her sadness and pain
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