when she was 10

 She's constantly running out of words to write,

to sight

to speak

to seek

The sky was closed

when she was in a desperate need

She was lost when it wouldn't let her in

And, as for another heavy night to fall

She lights her 10th mid-night cigerette

reminising back when she was 10-

Where she always made it through the rain

on her own- always she owned a little bit of faith to the countless tears she shed

When she didn't know how to dream a 'beautiful life'

Yet she was greatful for every smile she miled-

Filed into her heart,

when she used to fight for a better tomorrow,

not knowing where that battle was going to lead to

again, she was ten...,

(4 am. I wanted to play with my cheap digital Samsung camera-, it's been a while..)