Fell head over heels,
never with the accent of a human being,
but she was smitten with her passion
Her passion was her heart,
as long as her heart keep pumping with so much passion,
so was her precious passion towards life

I'm not a story teller,
but given an opportunity I'll tell you a tale
Depression got better of her
and frustration dined at the palm of her hands
The desire of escaping these traumatic experience was there,
but she was trapped for her dear life
Like river Jordan flowing with powers,
so was her tears that never ran dry
And at that moment the rope became her solution,
to eliminate the pain she felt on the inside
Because the visible smile of the invisible brokenness,
could not be patched

She wanted to live I'm telling you,
but she was tired of holding on
Depression took it all away from her,
with no mercy,
and her soul and her mind betrayed her as well