My mom was depressed for a while, the scars are still there. This is how I remember the hard time with her...


You were lost

You saw, but you were blind.
You heard, but you were deaf.
You were shown, but you wouldn't see.
You were told, but you wouldn't listen.
You knew, but you wouldn't know.
You were lost.




Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
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Written on 2005-12-10 at 21:19

Tags Depression  Outside  Dead 

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