Every night she hopes for a better tomorrow

She always holds in tears and sorrow

The worst part is that nothing’s wrong

So she keeps playing along

Finally she snaps

Can’t take it anymore

Goes to the shed for the straps

That’ll help her win this war

She wishes she had told someone

Who could have fixed her long ago

But now she’s done fighting and running

The straps and meds will help her go

Its too late, no turning back

The tears streaming down her face

Can’t help her turn time back

As she fades away to a better place