A Sonnette for Anabelle

I run from inevitables of life

I scream for God’s gentle touch of mercy

No one knows the fire in which I ignite

When will someone listen to my story?

 I’m just a tortured soul crying for help

All the pills I take will never suffice

Tears cover blood, and blood covers my whelps

So sick of the fake smiles behind swelled eyes

They’ll never understand what I go through

I am running out of things I can say

Who else will be left for me to turn to?

What more can I do to last day- to- day?

Listen to my story and watch me burn

Or one day soon, you’ll find that it’s your turn