Every night her tears will roll. With every might, but she cant control. All that make sense, bursting like bubbles, and now she feels so vulnerable.
But every time there's a pair of hands, a slap so tight, on her face it lands. Hoping for a rebound her cry grows faint, praying to god to take away her pain.
She contemplates suicide, but she don't want to die. As she hits the floor, she curls up and lie. She distant herself from absurdity, As she tries to catch up with reality.