It should now end.
But what happens if life ends?
Lying in the grave?
Being forgotten by all?
But, is there any other way out?
No.
I get beaten up mercilessly.
Which makes me cry hysterically.
I am hated,
So cruelly abused,
Both mentally and physically.
It didn't happen all of a sudden,
That I realized I am just a burden.
After all, I am a girl, not a boy.
I could never enjoy anything,
The beauty of nature,
The chattering of birds,
The smell of flowers… honey-suckle.
Nothing.
Who would believe in me?
After all, it sounds so unrealistic and filmy.
Life's really bad,
I want it to end.
[ Dedicated to South-Asian girls who face gender discrimination]
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