As the world would give her Nothin' but sadness,
She decided to vent out her emotions
She searched for ways,
Art, Poem, Diary throughout the days.
She looked upon her old works of art,
For that may heal the broken part,
But she couldn't find the painting she deared,
Again Nothin' but tears.

Has someone thrown it?
Thinking of it as ****?
Could they have thought,
How much love it brought?
How she had treasured it over the years,
But in the end, She gets Nothin' but tears

Is this fair?
She made it for the people she loved,
And they didn't knew how many feelings it bare.

Alone in a room,
Which seems like a doom.
She vents out her feelings in another type of art,
Which will be again added to her cart.

Silently, She wished somebody hears,
Her quiet *Nothin' but tears. . .