Poem

She's a girl,
Who you can't understand
by just one two three glances

She's a girl,
Who you can't see her smiles
by just one two three typical jokes

She's a girl,
Who you can't see her tears
by just one two three broken love stories

She's a girl, 
Who you can understand
if you sinking deeper to the darkest part of her memories
suffocating reaching for light, dying
She's a girl,
Who you can make she smiles
if you emerge into her own fragile world, putting up some puzzles
which fell over into pieces, recover
She's a girl,
Who you can see she's crying
if you touch the bottom of her black numb heart, with your blade of honesty
slice it open like a slaughter, bleeding

She just a girl
Who never belong to this world
Chosen for one brutal world discovery
Selected for one rare experience
Shaped to be one girl like no others
As she can paint out the misery of world
beneath her skins