Feel

She was popping pills

To lessen her pain

But all in vain

For the fever of anguish

She was applying ointment

But it did not cure

For the blisters of her soul

She was injecting the vaccine

But it did not heal

For the untreatable feel

She was given ventilator

But she did not want to breathe

For ghastly past to redeem

Though pretended to be expert 

In telling lies

Still, no hope was visible in her dim eyes

Perhaps her fate would take the blame

For her poor mental state.