Nag-abot ba ka sa punto sa imong kinabuhing imong pagbati kay wa kay kapadulngan?

Sa panahong ikaw nanginahanglan pero wa kay madaganan?

Mukalit ra’g tulo imong mga luha mintras maglantaw sa ngitngit na kalangiton.

Tanang kasakit gitago, tanan dibdibon.

Pamating mura’g pas-an mong tibuok kalibutan,

Wala’y laing gihangyo kundili tanang kasakit mahuman.

Sa sigeng balik-balik ug pasakit, na manhid kadugayan.

Uska basong tagay para’s mga tawng pirmeng masakitan.

Mga badlis ug marka sa kamot wala ba nakit-an?

Akong mga “asa ka?”, “naa ka’y gibuhat?” wala ba nasabtan?

Nasabtang ako nangayo ug tabang?

Tabangang makaiskapo sa mga demonyo sa akong kalawasan.

Pagpagawas sa gibati dili direktahan.

Pero sa’g gamay wala ba’y nabatyagan?

Gusto kong i-syagit tanang kasakit sa dughan,

Mga gipas-ang problemang tuig na gitagoan.

Makaingon ko usahayng dili patas ang kinabuhi.

Pero gapasalamat kong naa ko diri.

“Kapoy na kayko’s tanan!”, pirme kong giingon,

Pero dili ta muundang, padayon lang gihapon.

There was once a girl named Anne Manthalee,

Who had a lot of friends but is she happy, really?

Does bloodshot eyes, scars and cuts on wrist

defines happiness or it is just a risk on her life that is waiting for a twist?

She had no real friends to call,

To call when waterfall-like tears starts to fall

Constant sadness was her friend.

All she can think is to bring her life to end.

Anne Manthalee sat crying in the corner,

With her blade on her hand

Wishing she could end her life sooner

But she couldn’t just leave her mother at home.

She tried to reach out to her mother

Who didn’t even bother

It caused her more pain and she had to suffer

“Die! Die! Die!” these were the thoughts that her mind can only offer.

She has no place to go

She has no one to cry on

She took her blade and slowly etched it on the skin of her wrist. Again and again and again like how she used to.

She felt the unbearable ache yet very familiar flinch of hurt. But it didn’t stopped her from befriending her demons.

I once bumped to her and saw her cuts covered with her black flannel.

She acted weird and there’s something in her I couldn’t tell,

She just avoided my gaze and pushed me away.

I wanted to talk to her but she ran away and did not stay.

I was at the cafeteria when I told my friends, “Please wait for me I just gotta go pee.”

I entered the empty cubicle and I heard the crying voice of Anne Manthalee.

Knocking on her cubicle I was worried and hoped it would open,

But she just shouted “Go away! I don’t need help and you’re not my friend.”

I was waiting outside thinking maybe I could help

She went out and said with a cold voice, “Don’t mind me everything’s under control.”

I was about to utter a word when the bell rang and she immediately ran away.

“I hope she’ll be okay. I hope she’ll not do anything wrong.” I whispered to myself.

I don’t know but something inside me wants to follow Anne Manthalee

I ran and ran up to the highest floor and there stood a trembling lady.

She was standing on the edge and she’s all I could see,

I ran to her, grabbed her and hugged her closer to me.

To jump off the building, that was her plan,

But it didn’t happen because I was her hero on time.

She cried and cried and all I could do is to listen.

Listen to all her rants and burden.

Years has passed, but Anne Manthalee is still here by my side.

She is now fine and happy, I am so glad.

She overcame her demons, and bloomed brightly like a lily.

It all happened good because I became a real friend of Anne Manthalee.

As the darkness of the sky unfolds

This love for you must be told.

Fear of being rejected cannot stop me

Because I always believe that if it’s meant to be, it will be.

My heart was wandering to find you.

At last, what a mesmerizing view!

You were laying in the flowers of May.

With the rough winds of a Summers day.

The love you give defines me,

My life is no longer dark.

The thoughts of you surround me.

You’re the beating of my heart.

I’m ready, ready to tell you what I feel

To unveil what is truly real.

That my love will bring life to thee,

As long as man can breathe and see.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton