how about her ?
is it her at all ?
how about her heart ?
can she fight ?

how fight your head ?
u can not,
how fight your own head ?

there’s nothing just that feeling,
feeling of something,
which is changing like time every second,

feeling of something,
which will always harm at the end,
and something u can not ever have whole,
feeling of getting from the bottom even lower,
and feeling like u can not even die without a pain,

feeling like even the smile is wrong,
and feeling like the touch of her hand,
is so bad, that u can not live after that,
so so weird world, u can not fight,

how to fight with fire,
when everything u have is,
barrels of petrol,

how to fight with illness,
when every your word will make her sick,

........