I am a disappearing soul, in a dark room with sleepless nights.
A dark smoke is around me.
I am trapped here by my own emotions.
I am tired of being good.
Can I escape this hell?
My soul is beautiful.
But it doesn't matter in this hell.
Being an elder daughter feels like a sin to me.
Some have many expectations from me, and I can't meet them.
I feel like I can't go on with their expectations.
The only thing that stops me going from this hell is "my mother crying a lot because of me."