**** Sitting on the cold bench, she was traumatized; Her hair looked wrenched, as her thoughts dramatized. **** The emotional torture and rape, and many heinous misdeeds; Inner turmoil, darkness and rage, her daily companion indeed. **** The doors of her world were closed. To whom will she tell? That her persecutions were an overdose, …
Suicide, Her Only Hope
Kip Walkin 