”You need to learn how to love yourself
You keep stomping on yourself like you were a bug that freaked you out
You point your fingers at yourself
Seriously why would you do that to yourself, do you know how stupid it is?
Why do something others easily can do to you, why would you waste your time on that
You're never going to become of anything if you never let yourself grow
If you keep saying that you can't, you're again wrong
Because even flower seeds are strong enough to break the paved roads and bloom
Do you think they give up because it is difficult?
Yes, it is unfair that you happened to be planted under a thick pavement like those flowers were
but if you don't keep on trying you will never bloom”

I know it's been a day since you died but I still think you're alive.
I know it's been a month since you died but I still cry at the mention of your name.
I know it's been five months but I still get angry everytime someone says that they're sorry for my loss.
I know it's been eight months but I still see a ghost of the memory of you.
I know it's been thirteen months but I still worry about everyone you left behind.
I know it's been seventeen months but I still think you're going to come back.
I know it's been twenty four months but I still regret never saying goodbye.
I know it's been twenty eight months but I still cry in the middle of the night.
I know it's been thirty three months but I still crave your hug.
I know it's been thirty six months but I still remember every minute I had with you.
It's been three years without seeing your face,
                hearing your voice.
It's been three years and I still miss you like hell.