Poem By Myra Smith
Pain that will drain and drive you insane.
No word big enough is able to explain.
Your thoughts can drive you to commit suicide.
You wrestle with all the trouble that's going on inside.
You can't sleep because your mind won't be silent.
You have thoughts of hurting yourself or doing something violent.
You're constantly weary you can barely smile.
When is the lastime you were happy, I know its been a while.
You have to be strong, you have to be tough.
Pick yourself up, enough is enough.
Shake yourself off this very hour.
Time to turn all that pain into power.
Life dealt you lemons, so make lemon pie.
Stop saying you can't and at least try! ! !