Pictures can't tell what I feel deep inside. They were a facade to what everyone think I am, I haven't posed for a photo sinced the day you left me. It has been tough trying to live without you, and things around me drifted away as time goes by.

Pictures don't tell much. What's unseen is often heartening, because all this while I've imagined seeing you. I am not happy. I did a lot hoping I would see you again, but my hardwork never gets answered.

I don't have a friend to talk my hearts out, I don't have things to do after school every single day, all I do is lock myself up in my room and sleep cry daze all day.

They weren't lies. I missed you, I hope to see you again, I want to feel you..... I'll do anything, just to hear you.. I've become frail. I don't want to cry anymore... I miss you....