You must be strong.

Strong like a flower that blooms in the snow,

Strong like a tree that misses its leaves,

Strong like a book with untouched pages,

Strong like the girl who smiles through her tears,

Strong like the boy who can look her in the eyes,

And tell her

Being strong isn’t always worth it.

The sun will carry with the day,

A moon outshines the night,

Stars fight for the sky,

A story with every light.

She’s a dead rose,

A beautiful flower withered and grey.

The air she gave off was once fresh,

A scent like summer,

A smile like lemonade,

Now her ashes cover the floor,

Like a broken dream, there they stay.