As it was

She sits alone invaded by unpleasant  memories
Of LoVe

She Weeps her discontent in glasses of wine
Hoping to be saved
From her suicidal toys

The needle filled with happy-go-lucky 
She cries
Knowing and only blaming....the other side

What life she had
What death was given to her.?

She cries
"No love can save me now"

She sits alone....with gun in her hand

While Holy books open wide
To Faith ...Hope and Love....wanting

Shouting out ....

"As it was in the beginning "

She cries