It's hard to think,it's hard to try
for when I think,I start to cry
the thoughts that come to me each day
are thoughts that most would throw away.

To live the past is hard to do
but even the past keeps coming through
I shut the door to keep them out
yet one or another are always about.

Some thoughts are good,some are bad
I don't want the ones that make me sad
yet times do come when they make me think
for then I see I'm on the brink.

To keep my mind,I need a friend
someone who cares and not pretend
one who sees what has happened to me
a friend for life that person will be.
  Submitted By: Glenys White