The tears she cries are not those of water,
But of red red blood.
The pain she feels is so deep inside,
She wonders if it will ever go away.
Things that were suppose to bring her joy,
Where stripped away by others not wanting her to be happy.
Life has eluded her,
She wonders why she even breaths.
Depression has set in.
She doesn't even care if she lives anymore.
There are no highs to compensate for the lows.
The is no good to off set the bad.
She just wakes up,
Does what is necessary,
Then goes to sleep again.
Her tears of blood red say everything.
Dee Parenti
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