your
beauty intoxicates all your encounter
yet you fail to notice
this is your blunder
you''''ve had enough
rough times
though now it''''s over
but yet you cotinue clinging to what
is left
and in doing this your depression grows deeper
pulling you apart at the seams
pondering desperately? "how much worse
can it be?"
to ease your mind of your terrible burden
your bargin with satan (as if he cares)
that you believe tarnished and not worth it
at all
when all of your frienda have been with you till now
but here comes the cross roads up ahead
they give you a choice, "stand tall or fall down."
you have your
beauty and charm, your intelligence and
grace
good friends and your health, what more does it take
for you?