A knife wedged in my back,
Drawing blood.
My mind, whirling out of control.
I wonder aimlessly and alone.
Just as I think things will get better....
The lights turn off.
Poem
A knife wedged in my back,
Drawing blood.
My mind, whirling out of control.
I wonder aimlessly and alone.
Just as I think things will get better....
The lights turn off.
