Voice of reason filled the air.
Life, it said, just wasn't fair.
Time after time, it laughed in her face.
As the echoes of it made her heart race.
A devil told her to make it go away.
But the angel told her everything would be okay.
Does she give in to her despair?
Or should she remember the reasons she should care?
Day after day, emotions high and low.
Sometimes, she wished, she could just go.
To young to take to a bottle.
Wishing she could take life's throttle.
One more day she convinces herself.
Just stop caring so much, leave your heart on a shelf.