Breaking down
Ran to the room
She knew too well

Afraid of the trouble
Of her old habits
Hands shook easily
Suffering an attack
With clouds of evil feelings

Determination could not change the pain
Too weak to succeed
Gates closed in
Again she wished for death

Suicide
Like a never extinguished flame
Lurked in the air
For two years longer

Then awake,
One morning
She found life
Not as bothersome
As in the past

Still, She did not know
If the pain was shrinking daily
Or if she grew used to the suffering
And neglect