One day

I step into my bathroom, tears streaming down my face.
"What's the point, what's the point of receiving love if it's not from the person I want?"
I hold my head in my hands, in a desperate attempt to suppress the migraine that mercilessly latched onto the left side of my brain.
Tears blocked my vision as I scooped a handful of pills, making sure this time, the amount was sufficient.
How is it that the one thing on this earth that I want, I cannot get
I looked at the pills in my hand and shook my head, as a fit of laughter erupted from me.
Who was I kidding? there was never a light at the end of my tunnel. There was never and will never be a day when happiness would be a lifestyle.
I was never meant to be here.
I scoffed to myself as I whispered in defeat
"I was never meant to be here" in realization that the one day, I so desperately waited for, carrying my burdens through the calamities of life and hoped for, never came.

Shoving the pills down my throat, the world became hazy in less than a few minutes, a funny feeling began to stir up in my abdomen as I faded away from reality, this time for life.
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When does life begin to lose its meaning?
Sy'ria's life slowly begins to lose its meaning when the people who were meant to love her, chose not to.
She goes each day with the hope that life would get better, hoping for a light at the end of a tunnel.

Constantly putting her hope in men

A battle between life and death

This book shows that not even family is forever.