You deserves a lamp shade not a melting candle for woe is me, that I sojourn in obscure.

You deserves a clean sheet not a grime rag for woe is me, that I no pure.

You deserves a doctor not a band-aid for woe is me, that I no cure.

Woebegoness lingered on my soul so dont be a fool.

Then who is you to tell that thee? Saith the nobleman that captured the heart of me.

Then who is woe? If I can be the lamp shade to light the obscure sojourn of thee.

Then who is woe? If I can be the clean sheet to wipe the impurity of thee?

Then who is woe? If I can be the doctor to cure thee?

Who is woe?

Woe is me if you give up thee.

Beautiful eyes and sweet smiles.

Lively laughs and happy life.

People barely see her cry.

How could she hide in the glittering of fine mask?

When nothing feels right and everythings torn?

How could she hide in the glittering of fine mask?

When sadness dwells within her?

How could she hide in the glittering of fine mask?

When melancholy eat her all alone?

Her similitude to the moon shows she's forever alone and unwanted.

She's hiding in the darkness of light because she needs to pretend thus people will not see her tamed heart.

She shouldn't feel this way when people left her in her way.

She shouldn't pay heed to the criticisms that underrating her for they will fade away as doth the dye on her hair.

However she couldn't stop her self.

How could she unmind them when they are the fire that keeps her heart alive yet extinguish it by their own spit?

She is just a puberal girl seeking for a match that can light her candle and illuminate her sombre world.

Yet,

Moon seems has a crush on her for he dont want to leave his partner and keeps on pulling her back to where she really belong.

Darkness.

I watched her there

Standing from afar

Overlooking the horizon of a star

Darkness and voidness sorrounded her but surrenderee will someday surrender on her.

She ain't a knight with a shining armor of superiority.

She ain't a treatment that concealed every bruise of brutality.

She ain't a fantasy that hides the reality.

Cant you see? She's pretending, not being she.

Tons scratch, bruise and scars hidden within thee.

Strong lady.

Impregnable, inviolable and unassailable.

Strong outside yet fragile inside.

But then a youth stepped into her and bathed into her darkness.

Youth says to her, to the depression bearer: "What ails thee strong lady? That thou woe thy eye?"

Strong lady sat herself down and weeps, sunken cheeks and salted liquids run down her face, she speaks and says: "I should've sleep in peace young youth for I suffered desecrate and torment, aid not naebody, and father used and abused thee"

Yet, young youth says: "Hush down depression bearer henceforth I shall build thy walls and protect thee, thou shalt not say those words for I shall follow thee"

From small to tall,

You always guide me and all,

Vast and wide ocean waves is nothing at all.

Your love is an over-flowing river, never ending and forever.

I just want to say thank you for the unconditional love, so pure.

A love so strict yet keeps me from slip.

I became so naive, selfish and gives you pain.

I think of nothing but my own aguish and makes your life blemish.

You hath done many things, sacrificed and longed.

You sailed the deep hue and melancholic of the sea for a good future for me to see.

You're the light and columns of this little house.

Brave and unyielding.

You're the anchor to my boat, holding me strong.

You has gem eyes that makes the stars envy,

Wavy brown hair that matched the horizon waves of dispair,

And blissful smile that shines and light the days.

Now Im laying on my bed lost in the labyrinth of my thoughts, longing and yearning.

Oh my dear mother, a gift from above, let me feel the warmth of your love.

Let me inhale the familiar scent again.

Let me listen to the hopeful words again.

Please come back?

Since when I hath layed the blue orbs on you,

You captured thee.

You hath been my friend, a company.

Ups and downs you're always 'round.

You didn't leave me as doth others around.

Over powering my heart and thy soul of ill.

For you hath been my teacher that teached me good will.

Gave life to the burned and crumpled paper.

Filled the deserted newspaper.

Put colour to the lackluster painter.

And hey, I dont want to be a poetess nor a writer.

I want to be the letter that they put together.

Important and remembered forever.

You builed up walls, but that wasn't tall.

                         Reminiscing the endeavour and expectations dont met at all.

                         You tried to build up walls over and over again but that didn't seems to work out and fall back to the abyss of darkness.

                        Yet you strive again for what they want but darkness was too tough and pulled you back.

You fall,

You stumble,

                       "Useless" "Worthless" was you heard from all.

Now you give up, little did know you cant win this up.

                        Life seems dont want to give you a break so you pulled out the razor thinking to end this for sure.

One cut, it ease the pain.

Two cuts, it rid the pain.

Three cuts, you dont feel any pain.

                       Blood was oozing, pooling to the puddle of forlornity that leads her to the eternity.