What if she dies today?Tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow?Would you cry for her?

    Depression hit her hard. It swallowed her soul,her life.She's trying her best to resist all of its effect. She's trying to be strong,but each day of her life had been worst. She's not that strong. She's weak as a snowflakes. She's fragile like an ice and as a cracks gets bigger every time a new burden hits her,it's slowly taking her into its wormhole.  Her own blackhole. Her blackhole to death.

     She's has been at her worst. The after shocks hitting her hard. Can this be any worse? The mask she has been putting on is worn out,one last smile would destroy it. She's broken,yes,she's broken. She's broken to the point that the scars in her arms are not enough to hide the pain she's feeling. It's hunting her. It's creeping her out. Should she stay? Should she stay at a place where her heart,her soul her life being smashed into pieces?Should she stay even she knows that it's slowly killing her? Should she stayed because of the love pouring in her empty heart? The tears,the tears  that kept on falling everynight. The tears that rocks her to sleep. The tears that she made as a lullaby.  She's been crying her eyes out,  isn't it enough? Wouldn't it stopped by now? No. It havent,it never stop yet it worsened. Can she close her eyes? Forever? If not forever even just for a while,can she rest and close her eyes? Her cheeks hurt from showing sweet smiles but deep inside the bitter taste is overpowering. She's tired. So tired of all the pain...the loneliness. Can she rest now? Would you miss her? Would you cry? Would it affect your life? Would her name hunt you down? Would you?

      She consider herself as butterfly,she consider herself as an insect with bright colored wings that attracts every person who sees her,but as time passes by those bright color will fade. Those bright colors will fade away and turn grey. The color of sadness,sorrow and depression.