A fighter will always fight with all his might. But for a woman, who is naturally fragile…she is susceptible to pain and agony. And as for being a human…sometimes giving up is an option.
I have a pound of pain in my heart
I have cried a liter of tears
In life this is the saddest part
I have become a woman with no fears
The torment seemed to get me hardened
Day by day I became tougher
I have cried, I’ve been pained
And sometimes there’s no room for laughter

How can I get out of here?
Praying someone would hear
My heart had been screaming
My soul had been dying
I’m so pissed of this life
I got no more strength for this strife
Could there be someone I could lean on?
Could there be someone to help me move on?
I have been crying
My soul have been dying…
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