When it's over.

She's  covering her pale eyes with a sweet smile.

She is in deep pain and no one is willing to dive. 

She was hurt and got nothing to do but to mourn in silence. 

She was saved by no one, and she can't even save herself. 

She's always wondering why she have to go through all these pain. 

She cannot find any blessing in this suffering.

She is  a woman who's trying her very best to cope up with life. 

She is a woman who has been hurt before till now.

She is alone in her dark-yet-peaceful world

And it feels like, life is a synonym of pain.

She is tired of trying.

She is tired of believing.

She is tired of being good.

She is tired of being abandoned.

She is tired of being not enough. 

She is tired of being strong.

She is tired of being brave.

She is me.

Now, it's over. Pain already consumed her.