A Sonnette for Anabelle
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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