My life move on
But the time stands still
Right there where I stand
Infront of my own eyes
I see my life fall apart
Where I can do nothing but stand and stare
The things are deep in my history
But why does it still hurt
Like an arrow tore through the bullseye
The truth stil hurts even till today

The worst part is the questions
Why me
Was it all real
Did it happen
Hoping that I would wake up any moment
But reality hits me again
Where my past has left me with nothing els then anxiety and depression
Why I ask why me?
But the truth is that if I didnt go through the pain someone else would have.