She can't move on.
She says she's fine.
But deep inside, everything in her,
Reminded her of him.

She doesn't know if he moved on.
He acts like nothing happened.
He was okay. He was more than okay.
Deep inside she's struggling hard
To know how, why?

When can the two ends meet?
Will there be a moment wherein she can say that:
Nothing changed.
We're still friends. Close friends?

She wished that she could read his mind.
She wished she knew what was happening.
She wished she knew how to love like a man.
So that in the end,
She won't cry

You may cut me with your words
beat me with you books
tell the whole world to hate using only looks
or that I'm bi (no one cares anyway)
beat, bully, tease,  and hit
No matter what you do, I'll smile

My smile once held a million tears
but now it shows I've got no fear
I've been broken, I've fallen apart
but I smiled through it all
I may have scars lined upon my arms
But through the tears I smiled

I'll smile when I'm happy
I'll smile when I'm sad
I'll smile till the day I'm dead and six feet under

Koleba,

Although you've been through heaven and hell,
Riches and rags
you've been tortured, beaten, blackened and blue
your family, friends and life; all gone

You survived the age,
this time of pain
you are now set free,
forever in peace

Goodbye, my little butterfly

I dread today because I know
it might be the last i see you,
or it may not
but i am afraid i will hand  you
your things and that,
that will be it
we will say our goodbyes for the last
and leave it at that
and that is just so so, sad.