2005.....
A lot of her darkness stems from 2005
It is the year a child lost a mother she never knew
A year she lost a dear preacher and uncle
She is not religious but he was a good man

This isn't even a poem really
But she can't say these things
So we will call it so

It is a year a girl lost her best friends father
On the side of a highway
Covered in blood never again to wake
She felt responsible

It was my fault

It is

It is....

It is the year a girl got *****
She did a lot of stupid things
She lived in tormented anguish for most of it
Let us now finally forget
2005