The Lost Girl Poem by Toni Frye

THE THINGS IN MY HEAD, THE THINGS THAT WONT BE DEAD.THE BATTLE I FIGHT ALL ALONE, ALL THE WHILE MY MEMORIES ROAM.CAN GOD HELP ME SORT THROUGH THE MENTAL HAZE, TO BECOME FREE FROM THIS DAZE.WILL I EVER BE THE SAME, WILL I EVER BE THE GIRL THAT'S NOT SO LAME.LET ME OUT I WANT TO SEE, BECOME THE GIRL WHO WAS SO FREE.FREEDOM IS A WORD THAT MANY SAY, BUT TO ME IT IS A WORD I CAN'T CONVEY.THE RAGE WITHIN IS SO REAL, THE RAGE INSIDE THAT WON'T LET ME FEEL.CAN I BECOME THE GIRL I ONCE WAS, THE ONE WHO KNEW WHAT LOVE REALLY WAS.GOD HELP ME, HELP ME FIND THE GIRL THAT WALKED THE LINE.WHERE DID SHE GO, IS SHE ALIVE.WHAT EVER MADE HER LIE.WILL HE EVER FOGIVE, WILL HE SEE, THAT GIRL WAS NOT ME.ONLY A DEMON THAT TOOK CONTROL.WILL THE DEMON LEAVE AND THE GIRL APPEAR.THE GIRL WHO KNEW LOVE WAS'NT TO BE FEARED.HELP ME GET BACK TO WHO I WAS, I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS, IT'S TIME TO PULL THE PLUG.


TONI FRYE