The mind of the girl was quiet and numb,
The blackest of thoughts were still to come.
She screamed without noise,
She cried without tears.
She hates herself,
Please take away her fears.
Her mind is a prison,
Self sentence to hang.
Although mother and wife,
Of guilt not a pang.
She was dying to spare them,
She truly believed.
Her plan interrupted,
She is now eternally relieved.
They anointed her head with conductant,
But no crown of thorn.
Tears began to run down her face,
Each night in her slumber afraid of the dawn.
She wants to say thank you,
For all of your help.
For showing her how,
To once again be herself.
Her heart still hurts,
But not every day.
She is on a long journey,
But now knows the way.
The team on ‘Newton’
Showed respect and compassion.
They wiped her tears;
Gave advice and support with a passion.
The mind of the girl reverted slowly to Claire,
I have thoughts of the future and a family to share.
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