Dear friends, a very good and close friend of mine, who wrote this poem sadly passed away a few days ago, she was a great friend to me, She lived in America, R.I.P Viola, we will all miss your soul xx
Depression Trials and tribulations were too much for her to bear.
The war she fought inside no one seems to care.
Depression took over her mind, all she did was cry.
She felt life wasn’t worth living, and she wanted to die.
Before she left this world, her sins she needed to atone.
Her heart was dark and empty cold as a stone.
On the beach that night, there were footprints in the sand.
When she tries to take her life, Jesus carried her in His hands.