I don't want the world to see me.
Because they wouldn't understand.

They say it isn't personal.
But it is.
When life throws it all at you.
Every heartbreak,
Every betrayal,
When every person,
Who you thought was a friend,
Breaks your trust.
It is Life saying, "I have a personal vendetta against you."
What do I do?

How,
After years of mistakes,
After pushing you away,
Are you still there?

I keep looking up,
Broken,
Expecting you to be gone.

But ever time I do.,
I am bewildered.
Bewildered that you are still there.
Bewildered by Love.

Promise me,
If you are hurting,
If you are lost,
Even if you hate me,
Promise me,
That you will call.
Because I promise you,
I will always be here.
Always.

"Sometimes,
Bitter memories
Become bittersweet,
When you share them with a friend."

Now she is gone.
Someone I truly loved.
Her name means everlasting beauty.

She is dear to my heart.
The one I could tell anything and everything

She is my sister.
My only sister.

And now she has left.
Moved on to new things.
To a new life.
One without me.

I am going to miss her.
No,
I already miss her.