Why create me

She screams at the heavens, her voice a plea, In anguish and despair, on bended knee. "Why create me," she wails, "for endless pain, For 45 years, suffering's been my bane!" "You know all, they say, every path I'll take, Yet my life's a tragedy, a cruel mistake." "Where were you," she cries, "when my father's wrath, Tore apart our home, in a merciless path?" "Where were you," she sobs, "when innocence was lost, To predators lurking, at an unfathomable cost?" "And where were you," she whispers, "when my daughter's last breath, Left my heart shattered, in the cold grip of death?" "I'm tired," she gasps, "my mind in disarray, From the scars of suffering that won't fade away." "And where will you be," she pleads, "when I face my last breath, Will you finally answer, or embrace my death?" "You should have taken me," she laments, "before the torment began, Before the agony consumed me, before I ran." But the heavens remain silent, no voice to reply, Leaving her alone, beneath the unforgiving sky. In the void of her despair, no solace is found, Just the echoes of her screams, haunting all around.