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I cannot Go On

I cannot go on

A tale beyond odds
She had too much to secure!
The world is by her side
The king had not too much to cry!
She wished to cure people;
He believed in the power of machines,
Who thought one day this whole thing will turn into devil's dream!
She had her reasons to believe
She had experienced what's unseen
He had too much to tell
and She had not too much time left!
That's how it started!
That's how the tales roll
of what is left unexplored.
Mingled in the chains of
what we call a dreadful end.
She took her life
and all we can do is to hi-five!
If this isn't for her
the blame is on us!
I decided to give it worth a try
Live my life king size!
The curtains fall
The medical entrance has always been a tough job.
From then, he possesses too much to hide,
His grief silently resides!
From face to faces
From human to ashes
A humongous uproar
Her ship sailing beyond the odds!
He decided to give it a try
She already bid him a "Goodbye"!
'I cannot Go On.'
A slit wrist and a moment of silence folded her world
A year of preparation and a failed attempt
Had shaken her foundation!
The family has too much to remorse,
The boy has too much to regret
The world has too much to comment on
But in the end,
literally, everyone lost!
What is left behind
Is a treasure of memories
and a whole new reel world of possibilities:
What if this never had happened?
What if she was alive?
But in vain!
The truth is:
There isn't any background music and lyrics to comfort real life.
Mutating everyone's code of life,
She Rested
Changing the course of her life,
She ended!
This whole thing still haunts
A life so dejected
Yet living the life's scariest nightmare
The beast pleaded and narrated!
-EtchedMirage writes✍
(Is 'Suicide'-the only option?
A Big No. There is too much of life left in each one of us. Try to explore and do what suits you the best! Life is full of adventures and giving up is never a solution.)

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