Slow And Painful

By Manasvini Thakur

The ink was her blood,

The words were her pleas,

The paper was her battleground, 

The smiles were her lie,

Those laughs were her screams for help,

Those memories became her nightmares,

Those faces became a blur,

Those eyes became dead,

Those hands couldn't stop shaking,

Those legs couldn't help her stand,

That sleep never came,

But when it came,

It took her away forever, 

Thats how she died,

A slow and painful death,

The same death she wrote about.....

By Manasvini Thakur