Her bruised soul cries

Thinks she is happy, But her life is slippery. Thinks she is free; In denial of her misery, She “escapes” from worry: Drinks, parties, smokes, Hallucinates, flirts, Sleeps with random sirs, Acts like hungry cougars, And daydreams, Wanting to be a nun. Thinks she’s having fun: Living off milk and cereal, And anticipating a future so abysmal. She widely opens her door, Only for a … Continue reading Her bruised soul cries