Every night she cried,
She's tired but she tried,
Her life is as resilient as a mountain in a storm,
She finds her form, trying to heal where the love was torn.
She does her best but still not enough,
The pain she's been trough is tough,
Her mind is field with hurtful words stuck in her head,
Seeking peace where love once led,
In the quiet night people asleep,
A girl who can't sleep,
Thinking she's a failure,
Crying all night having a wound that can't be cure.
Everything she's been through,
Fighting alone thinking she can't pass through,
Her life is full of disappointments,
Never the improvements.
Always the sorrowful.
Never the joyful.
Not the best,
But trying the best.
