Her pillow is wet, of the tears she cried
She is thinking she is better off death
She feels like it's her only possible escape
Slowly she begins to believe her thoughts
She assumes no one would care if she dies
No one would mind if she takes her life
And she cries, and cries, and cries for aid
But nobody hears her silent cries for help
Although somewhere deep down inside,
She knows death wouldn’t give an answer
Secretly, she only wishes for a better life
It's something she would only possess,
When she struggles through the battle
When she will overcome this endless war
~ June 21, 2006 ~