She desired completion from others outside of her being
So bad that she constantly found herself in misfortunate situations
Friend after friend, man after man, she continued on her journey to search for something
Something she had no idea of what it was, but she wanted to fill a void she possessed
Possessive of persons, she couldn’t let go
Possessive of materials, so that people wouldn’t know
How broken she was as an individual
Seeking to be loved, desired, wanted and liked
She became a doormat for people of all walks of life
Men wouldn’t commit to her, although she used sex for love
Friends wouldn’t be loyal to her, although she used money for buzz
Her desires for being the one, ate her so bad inside
Until she took her own life and woke up alive
To be continued….
