Nothing felt right except to sit and cry.
She'd tried so hard, and came so far,
now she holds in her hand, her own broken heart.
She wonders, "Why?," as she cries,
then swallows hard.
All the world she ever knew was only hell,
"How could this happen to me?," she asks.
Her life now burst like a balloon,
and she, becoming very scared.
Her heart, her very soul they took from her,
and now she seeks to be set free from the endless effort to control the
emotions that take their toll.
She remembers every dream the world had torn apart, not one dream
allowed to start.
And thinks of a quite place where at long last, sweet peace, for her
troubled soul there is.
Where a wretched soul may find calm, and her heart no more to break.
She wraps her arms tight around herself,
No one to hold her close, trying to protect herself from the ache,
as she cries and her body shakes,
and her soul mourns as she can find no way out and can only wonder,
"Why?"
With tear-covered cheeks, and saddest eyes,
She asks one last question, before she says, "Good bye,"
"Why am I the one to die?
Monday December 13, 1999