She’ll wear that fake smile and show everyone she’s okay, but inside she’s crying, dying of the pain. she's strong, because she knows what it's like to be weak. she keeps a guard, because she knows what it's like to cry her self to sleep.

p/s: nothing left but the memory of you and me, now that you are gone, and i'm so glad that what we had has come and gone. i'm better off without you.