Once upon a time …
I fell to the ground so hard. It was so hard, that it broke me.
I started to collect myself and stand up.
Piece by piece, broken and unrepaired.
When I was picking up myself, someone else grabs it and break it again.
I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t.
I was left with my tears flowing.
I continue my journey of mending my broken self.
Yet, I got lost out of nowhere.
Darkness showed up and blinded me with its strength.
I was knocked down to the ground again.
What’s left of myself, got broken and damaged.
No one else will help, so I drag myself to walk.
I continue to find myself.
The never-ending finding myself when I just lost my heart.
I saw how my heart stabbed multiple times.
But I didn’t do anything to save it.
I just allowed it to be broken.
If I didn’t fall to the ground, I wouldn’t know how I became so stupid.
I welcome everyone and they left me with nothing but heartaches.
Day by day, I left myself behind.
Never bother to care for it.
As time went by, I only had little of myself.
Until it got broken and scattered somewhere, I couldn’t find it.
I saw how I ruined my life like a flashback.
It was I who throw all the pieces of my life.
And I couldn’t find it anymore.