The bleeding heart of a broken soul.

Everyday was like yesterday, same harsh words, same attitude and the same person. But to her each day was never the same,because she kept becoming weaker and weaker as the days went by out of frustration she had to bare each day. But judging by the way she used to carry herself, laugh around people and her dressing no one could believe she had more than a story to tell. However the day came when there was no meat and the lion had eat grass. One evening seated at the luxury sitting room there she was full of thoughts and anger, with only an eye phones on her ears listening to soft music in order to calm her and comfort her with what was happening around her. But today the medicine did not work but only made her break into tears, because her veins could not hold no more the tears. It was the day