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I have this friend who keeps on saying that she is going to find the end of the rainbow. And that when she does so, she is going to find happiness.
She used to look for it only on the rainy days, when this whole thing started. But now she goes out every single day.
She says she is not obsessed. She says she is close to finding it. Just one more day is what she needs.
She wakes up early in the morning and goes walking. She walks, catch a train here, a bus there, looking for the end of the rainbow. She comes back every night with sadness in her face. And there is nothing you can tell her to make her stop. She just says 'one more day'.
I listen to her crying every night. It breaks my hurt. But there is nothing we can do to make her live in reality.

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Everyone would tell her how lucky she was. Everybody thought all she did was perfect. But she would keep on ruining it all cause she thought she didn’t deserve it.

She was in sorrow and she didn’t know. She was such a good lier, she had even thought herself she was happy. But one day changed it all. She would no longer smile. She would only cry until she did no longer know why.

She was a mess. She didn’t know what to do with her life. She wanted to trust herself. She wanted to be the girl she thought she was. She wanted to be the girl everybody thought she was. She just did not know how.

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I make you suffer. I make you cry. I make you wonder why. And I do the same things to myself. We both suffer. We both cry. We both wonder why.

When I talk, I am cruel; when I don't, I am distant. I don't care about you. I don't like your company. But all I want is to make you happy.

I am not who you thought I was. You are not who I thought you were. And everytime we discover it, it hurts.

We suffer alone. We cry alone. We both want to make it better, but we keep on hurting each other.

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I never thought I would love anyone this much. I didn’t know I could love this much. So much it hurts. So much it makes me cry. So much it makes me happy, like nobody else in the world could ever be.

You are away from me. I can’t touch you, but I can fell you. I feel pain. I feel pleasure.

I can only meet you in my dreams and you are perfect there. You know me, and I know you. You will never disapoint me, cause you are just what I want you to be. You are just an illusion.

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I am going to make a cake. It’s going to have the colors of the rainbow. It’s going to be beautiful. But I am going to make it tiny. And when I bake it, I am going to make sure it turns golden.

Everybody is going to love it and be amazed staring at my tiny colorful cake. But nobody will want to taste it, cause such a beautiful thing can not be corrupted.

People from all over the world will come to admire it. And no one will look at  me anymore. They are just going to stare at my cake.

And one day I will get jealous of my cake and I will eat it.

The cake was so beautiful, but it tasted so bad.

No one will notice I am right there lying on the floor, murdered by a cake. They will all just cry staring at the now destroyed cake in shock.