Everyone has past. Some has pretty good to share and some has pretty enough to hide.
She got the darkest one.
She got emptiness, full of tears.
She had scars all over her till life for which she couldn't answer.
She had been through those darkest lonely nights, waiting for that someone. Hardly,no one heard her.
She still had hope.
She tried hard enough to fight while the nights cramming her.
She had her tears been unseen very long.
Hundreds of nights have fallen, but she is still sick.
Sick of people she had been through.
Sick of past she had been through.
And more, sick of society she was in.
She had only cold nights and all the stars with her.
She felt trapped.
She felt helpless.
Yet, she came across all.
But, still she has a lot.