A fight with yourself from within, with nobody to call an ally, striving to just win.
That poor child, she was hardly eight Why'd she had to succumb to fate? So young of an age, with the world left to see, Why couldn't they have let her be?
Humanity lacks remorse, but just building scars. One should focus on changing this aspect of our generation.
More often than not, humans, in general, are filled with this thought in their hearts on how to lead the life or as to how an ideal or perfect life should be. But what we don't realise is something which is very elementary. It is the fact that imperfections are a part of life.