By Tyra Forsgren

Everything I say is one long

Sonnet, a dramatic 

Elegy, if you will.

Listen to the painful

Sound of my voice that

Echoes broken hopes and dreams.

Reading this wastes your time.

Ever since I was a young 

Child I was always terrified that

Anything and everything could happen or die

And then it did.

My soul, taken advantage of 

By raving power of someone who was

Craving power.

But reading this wastes your time.

Now, my broken shell of a 

body has overeaten, undereaten,

Taken to giving it’s mind a beating Its

OK to be this way

Says the world.

And so they leave me this way.

But reading this wastes your time.