She felt like time was the enemy.
She thought everyone was subjected to time's cruelty.
She saw how cruel time was, as she saw it consume them.
And she believed that she was next.
A timer on her wrist, ticking to her last seconds
Her hands shook due to fear,
Before she surrendered.
And that left her with glazed eyes.
Every second, she swore at fate, destiny, or what force made life the way it is.
Every hour, she writhed in pain brought by piled regrets on her shoulders.
And everyday, she dies for not trying to live.
Tick - Tock, time is up.