Mellifluous

She was only eighteen...

Her eyelids got heavier because of the unstoppable cries. She was tired. Tired of everything. She had nothing to fight with, nothing to fight for. She gave up on everything, on herself.
She was left with two choices, either get stomped on by Life or break free from her life. The second option seemed easier. And that's what she chose.

She was only eighteen when she was buried under the ground.
She looked peaceful. She was only eighteen when she left behind everything, her family, her friends, her pain. She didn't see the upcoming opportunities, she couldn't look up because the burden on her shoulder was too hefty.

She was only eighteen when you judged her.