They offered her pills,
White, blue, red,
Hoping to soothe
A shattered head.
Gave all the therapy,
Talk and listen
Vacant eyes,
See spittle glisten.
Empty corridors,
Blue gowns, white ward
Waiting to find
A life restored.
Her now was never
And never was now.
Fix a girl that’s lost.
Bring her home somehow.
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Beat, Measure, Rhyme 
Sounds like Alice in Wonderland.
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I think Alice may have had more fun. At least she had the white rabbit and Queen of hearts to hang out with…
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That’s true!!
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“Fix a girl that’s lost. Bring her home somehow” , you have a way with words. You have said a lot with few words.
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Thanks Kate. I love that about poetry. Small words, big meanings!
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So sad. But very beautifully written BB.
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Thanks Elaine. Read an article about mental health day and just got thinking, you know? Always harder to combat something that can’t be seen.
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So true BB. We have a couple of young people in our family with mental health problems.
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So sad, and difficult for everyone to deal with. Sending love to you and them. X
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