Antidote

52 | ill-fated

In a puddle of tears

In a bucket of regrets

In a bundle of unfulfilled promises

In a packet of distress

In a hundred empty bottle of pills

In a 48-hour session of skipping meals

In a barrel of sorrow and despair

In a group of unknown that falsely care

In a cider of fermented personalities

In a coffee of bittersweet memories

In a single casket of disappointments

In a ten thousand boxes of torments

In a pool of undesirable side effects,

SHE DIED.