The path of life teaches us many things
Questions pop up in our minds
For some we know the answers, for some we don't and for some we cannot find.
Some accept the fact and some don't
She is the don't type.
Questions everything, tries her best to find answers.
Yeah she is different !
Her questions are weird sometimes
Her cute little lips speaks in the words of smiles
Her pupil brightens her eyes that speak in expressions
Dancing under the moonlight
Singing under the sunlight
She found beauty in everything
The beauty in the rose and the beauty in its thorns
The more she fell in love with everything
The more she got hurt
The sad face behind her smiles can make your heart stop....her blood shot eyes....full of tears....that covers her cheeks....her trembling body with fears
These are the darkest secrets she had
Secrets? How do I know them?
I know, beause I was there with her.
There with her during her smiles, cries and in between
In between? The state when she gets mood swings
She speaks nonsense, gets hyper, scribbles
bites me, pinches me, hugs me
Plays with sand, stones, leaves, twigs, water, air
Almost does all stupid things
Neither she nor me knows why she gets creepy at times
Above all when she reaches the top of her mood swings
She sits silently in the corner of the room....tightly holding her legs to her chest
One of the worst state of all !
I was there with her in every suitiation
But I couldn't go inside her head like how easily I went inside her heart....
Now Iam in her state searching for the answer
For why she had decided to do the crime?
The crime of killing herself !
I lost her !
(Never hide your true feelings from your loved ones.
And suicide is not the right choice - NEVER)