A problem shared...
Is a prolbem solved...
Soon became a rumour...
Making more trouble.
More fights.
More violence.
More bad influence...
For she got in the wrong place.
The wrong people the wrong moment.
She was trapped beneath all her ignorance she failed to understand.
The rumours were sooo bad she was trapped under her covers for months.
Tears behind her eyes were not draining out her feelings...
They accumulated over again.
One bottle shrunk with all her problems into another that shrunk...
She has years of abuse and torture...
Yet then A problem shared was a problem Solved...
By us her friends she trusts and we protected her this time she is no longer suicidel.
For a problem shared with confidential trust could save a life.