To the girl who played well with her skin and blades,
To the girl who tried her best to get good grades,
To the girl who loved her family but just couldn’t show,
To the girl who cried every night into the pillow.
Life was rough,
You thought you weren’t good enough.
You fought your best,
Against the rest.
You shot yourself dead,
for people who were poisonous than lead.
See, your mumma’s crying,
’cause you left without even trying.
Oh why honey? I know it was hell,
But i swear you were a warrior so well.
I just want you to know that everything’s incomplete,
With you lying six feet deep.
I wish you had had realised,
Life is sweet, though disguised;
Heart breaks, hand shakes;
Sometimes love, sometimes hate;
Agonies, cries, lies;
Sunsets for you to witness sunrise;
Shake, struggle, strive;
Yes darling, that’s life.
Much love,
Nupur Dua.
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