"You have been here a few days now",

"Since Saturday", she replied

"And why did you come in here?"

"Because I attempted suicide"

 

She didn't have any worries,

She wasn't sad or happy,

It was blank, emotionless state,

Nothing to do, nothing got her interest,

Now been quite a few time living through this noiseless rhyme,

It was like a vegetative state, living in her mind.

 

Being tired of this sh*t,

Wanted to try a new place, 

Aiming even for hell, 

as suffering there might be a little less.

 

She was tired, she was helpless,

No beauty was there that can pierce through her sight.

Her eyes were dead until death was brought up.

Only then her eyes lit up with the spark of life.