HEAL ME, BREAK ME

SHE'S DEAD

SHE'S DEAD

A woman with a fierce personality,
Radiates an intimidating aura,
Holds millions of untold stories,
And a keeper of messy thoughts,

People keep themselves away from her,
Like she possesses a contagious illness,
Badmouthing her like it was the wisest thing to do,
Judging her without knowing her point of view,

They persecute her just because she's not one of them,
Just because she's different,
Ignoring them became her cup of tea,
Excluding herself became her hobby,

But who can't blame her?
When the world itself was so cruel to her,
And instead of being taken care of,
She was beaten,

Not by physical abuse,
But through the swords of painful words,
They killed her,
Not just once but a thousand times,

Gone is the girl,
Who used to spread positive aura,
Cheering them,
In every possible way, she can,

The girl who was once full of hope,
Now became a living misery,
Don't blame her,
You made her like that,

The girl you once knew?
She's dead,
She died bearing unbearable pain,
From the people whom she used to trust,

Now taste every change she commits,
Know that she is no longer,
The girl she used to,
Experience the wrath of a reborn woman.