As I read your poetry I wonder if it's true Do the demons that help in rhyme Really have a hold of you
And is the one you say you love Not returning you the favor In the poems that you pen Is this all your life's behavior
Does your father really raise his fist While your mother screams As alcohol flows freely in your life Or is it just poetry
Are you on the verge of suicide And do you truly cut yourself Do you feel that worthless in your life Is what you write a cry for help
As I read your poetry It often sets me off to wonder Do you write about yourself Or do you write about another
I know poetry is a therapy for many of you and just want you to know it breaks my heart at what some of you go through... As always you are in my prayers...