A letter was written
Depression hits hard
As life goes on . . .
And time goes on . . .
Bring a conclusion:
No mood changing liquids
And no mind altering drugs
And she must keep busy with school and work.
Friends offer to go out,
She thinks of him,
And condemns herself
As she ponders . . .
Exactly why she did what she did?
She honestly thought
She didn't make him happy as . . .
He stopped visiting her.
He didn't want her to visit him.
He didn't want her to call. (Call as much)
And he stopped saying,
"I love you."
She thought he found someone else
To enlighten his fancy,
To challenge his intelligence,
To steal his heart,
To borrow his time,
Since she didn't speak with him as much
Her imagination took the worst in her,
And created a letter with an wrongful impulse.
An impulse now she regrets.
Now she stands alone in frustrating regret
As she regrets her imaginative frustration.