SUICIDAL TENDENCY

Deep down her artery,she found herself wrapped in an aroma of slotted blood and own decomposed parts. Looming here and there she started wondering what she did to herself. Unaware of the fact the she slitted her both wrists vertically last night. She thought maybe she was badly drunked in an accusation or had smoked persistently. Suddenly she looked into the mirror and started crying loudly. It wasn't the sassy one in the mirror anymore, it was a pierced soul who was spammed to worst phase of her life. She started staring at the dark swelled eyebags, a pale skin, smudged kohl, messy hairbun and a clotted arm. Besides all, she was deeply hurt. She was deadly betrayed. Giving jerks to head she remembered every stuff, every grail of pain and deceivement. Everytime being strong was always an second option. For a moment she thought she won't get settled in the deathbed and she have to live it up again. But Suddenly She started loosening up her beats. She started bleeding again. Trails of nausea was attacking her body ruthlessly. An dept unconsciousness was making her weak. Giving an overwhelming laugh to the cranked mirror, She lost her life AGAIN...