She is Eighteen.

"...all crumbled she laid, on the holy bed,
shivers woke her up ,as her lips laid dead,
she found her angel walk, through the open door,
she saw the halo fade,as the nails marked the floor,

spatters of blood on the naked,bare sheet,
tears and confessions, I say,made it so complete,
the echoes of her screams,keeping her alive,
the puff of ecstasy she breathes-a placebo to survive?

the silence of her cries and few broken promises ,
the lingering smell of sanity in her hollow premises,
the so called rules to follow,the so called call of the society,
smothered complains,I say,the meaningless, so called dignity,

life?huh !
a razor blade and some pills,
some pictures and some stills,
a phone book and some friends,
sorry starts and the dead ends,

she is a girl,she is eighteen and turning,
she should play with the rain but she is already burning..."