My sleep evades me, again
Some times, it comes out, Alright
Then others, get crossed out, with pen....
I have printed the bad, with the good
Although most, come out, as junk
BUT! there are some, I am proud of....
Like Ghost, Journey, and Reflections...
I even wrote two songs
Then there were thoughts, I dedicated to my friends....
A few, Well let's not talk about them....
They were about sadness, depression, and suicide
Like I said, let's not speak of them....
So many things, I have written....
I just started, eight months ago....
A book, I could make, with all of them....
BUT My Friends, would read them gladly,
For from my deep sadness, to great joy, I've gone....
ALONE, NEVER AGAIN !
I know what, and who, I am....
A Woman, called , Cheryl Lynne...
