by
Susan James January 24, 2009
Full circle and stopEmpty bed, empty room,Empty house, empty heart.Why us, why me,Why aren’t I free?No future, no life,Just pain, just strife,Maybe pills, maybe knife.Cries for help have gone unheard,Whether action, thought or word.The end is nigh, do not cry,To a better place I go,Where all are fri...