Her dreams, her life were just a mirage,
Fading away as she passed.
It was time for her to end the pain, she hid so well
With each day spent like hell.
Her dreams of blood trickling down,
Used to wake up before she drowned.
Yesterday when she started to cry,
Someone sang her a lullaby.
Beautiful to her ears she turned back to know
It was none other than her own soul.
Surprised to know how she ended up,
She bleeded out her own worst fears!
Today there was blood all over her pillow,
Saddness spread all over the sky,
The clouds poured their tears, the rain.
The sound of hope was not once again slaked.

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PoetryI keep myself in her position... I realize the same could happen to me one day....