“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet


What was I

When I was living?

A symbol

Of something dirty

Everyone craved it

Nobody liked it

Once they got there


I was there


I was dressed in white

That turned black

I made a world

I hated

Outside I seemed fine

But inside

Inside I was breaking


I was broken


I smiled

Of course it was fake

That was the last

Because three is

A magic number

I knew it

They knew it


I was there



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Comments on: "Monroe" (1)

  1. Marilyn, in Bio’s she seemed so brittle, as if broken easily, but she must have been strong, to succeed as she did, but seemed so , so , used by the people who should have taken care…… Good read, Hera…x

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