[ATTENTION: THIS IS A POEM.. Okee that's all.. ND some people say this poem has no meaning. Some say it describes their life-- enjoy ] In her hand she held her heart A sloppy doodle, Or a well defined art. Which to choose, A threatened life, To keep the truth, Or to mutter a lie. Her eyes blank out, She's made her choice. Wanders alone and about, Skeletal fingers, a weak fragile voice walking this long road feeling alone.. Too depressed to even reach her phone Life filled with these horrible lies She cant hold all regretful denies Takes a step out, slow breaths in- And now she's gone.. She's gone like the wind ________ a bit depressing O_O :s