She's up every morning
Awakening with tears in her eyes
and drops from her nose.
She awakes in tears,
Works throughout the day in tears,
Sleeps in tears.
Her world has provided her the shortest path to her death.
It has given her the sharpest knife to stab herself.
Her cup is filled with the mixture of sorrow and pain sprinkled with regrets of her past.
She is made to drink it all and bath with it all.
Her world has given her a bag of worries which she carries all day long.
She can't stand properly.
Her legs are tied with the rope of despair !
Her beauty is lost.
She stares all day long in dissatisfaction with those eyes which used to arouse attention.
Her world has caused her to fall.
Her pulmonary edema has caused constant shortness of breath and so she gaps for breath.
Breath of life.
The tumor of crisis are growing bigger
on her brain.
Her cerebral folds are reduced.
She can't even compete with the dumbest one.
Out of Ignorance to accept the...