When a wound is left behind and tried to stitch back with different tools, it's still remain there. No matter how you tries to remove it, it is still there. Then you tried to leave the same scar on others but yet they are too strong to be hurt. You saw it and just walked away alone. Lurking around, looking for a place of belonging. No lights, no shelter. All you see is red light of warmth that you just want to avoid because you are too scared to move on to where you should be. That's when you started trying to be like them slowly but scared at the same time. Scare that it will happen again and the history will never change.
- I am struggling for more, but I have had enough -