the pieces of the broken glass
looked like her broken soul
shattered into thousands of pieces
she was a confused soul
repenting on being silly
she was drowning in her own life
she lost what was dear to her
there was none extending a hand to help
she stood on like a powerful soul
sinking herself into the dilemmas
the darkness creeping into her soul
her voice was silenced
there was no power to pull her up from the black hole
the weight of being rebellious cost her life
far ahead she saw the shine of hope
the hope that was drug to her life
she consumed it with all her heart
the drug of love
and She lived.
