I have everything
in the world
But it's still
not enough
Happy faces
Beautiful places
Friendly people
Loving home
Why does she
act as if every
day is her last
the day she
will hang from
the cieling or
bleed profusly
from her wrists
such a sad story
will be told if she
ever has the
chance to tell it
If she can ever
find the right
words to
express it
If the right
time does
come
will she be
ready
or will she
regret