I would drain the pain in my heart out into the fluid of my pen

Cos I know in them alone can I find solace

I could try to be strong and put my make-ups on but I know my heart is as blank as a plain sheet

I could remember those moment when life seems perfect and those thought that you can always have it all

But now it more painful to accept that truly you can have it all

I would cry to make myself feel better but. I know my tears are my signs of weakness. Then I would wish that I could be consoled by friends

But when I look around I found out it just me and my darling thought!

Then I would even cry more!