More Sense |
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I sat in the park with the razor blade, Thinking about the mistakes l had made. Was l serious? at the time, I wanted to escape this life of mine. A policeman said he could have me sectioned, He said you've got more sense l reckon. He said you're a bright intelligent girl, Don't let that druggie put you in a whirl. I knew in my head that he was right, I was in a mess he could see my plight. My head and heart were in a bad mess, I couldn't see an end to this distress. He did his talking with his fists, And that is why l tried to slash my wrists. I wanted an end to all this pain, I never wanted to feel again. I was being so very stupid, I should have been glad to get rid. He messed with my mind and my soul, To destroy my life was his goal. It didn't work l got out, Found a life to feel good about. Of course there were more bad times to come, Mistakes made cos l was young, 15 years with a waste of space, I shouldn't have jumped in in haste. But l found courage did it again for me, And now l am truly happy. Sarah. |