She was broken hurt and betrayed,
Death was hanging over her head; her guardian angel quit the job,
Frustrations, anger, dissapinmt,
The wounds were pen, she was too bitter,
She was angry at the world for making her a failure,
She was tired of life, she was angry at the fake people surrounding her,
She had enough with life and with that she was desperately wishing for death,
May be life did not have to be this cruel, life did not have to be such unfair,
She was hurting deep down, shed smile but douse her pillow in tears,
She had turned to music and comedy, there she found solace,
They all had turned their backs against her,
Lions feeding on one of their own,
Caring about the issues of others, trespassing to be kind,
They left their forest on fire;
it was more of what much of life she could handle,