I was under a cloud, But nobody knew. Too much pressure on me, Which I could not withstand. I was sleepless at nights, Working hard to earn my place, But it all went in vain. I felt something sharp, heavy, and aching in my chest. My mind was full of sorrow and dejection. I felt I was deserted by my own soul. That’s when I decided to let it go. All I found was a blunt blade, To slit my wrist open in half. Blood started to ooze out, Staining my dress in crimson red. It was red everywhere on the floor. I saw the angel of death in my peripheral. My vision started to blur, My mind whirling with countless thoughts. Why did I survive these many years? Just to die at a young age? A magical beam of moonlight seeped through my window. I thought it was a ray of hope. That made me feel I was strong enough. All this sorrow would go. I regained my will to live my life in its flow, And here I am — still uncertain, but resolute.