Rebuilding
I wish I could say that I rise back up everytime I fall.
But the reality is, everytime I fall, I break like ceramic and I lose a part of myself with it.
Over the time, I have lost my hopeful and optimistic part, my kind and innocent, loving and trusting and many other parts as well.
After each fall, I try to gather up what's left of my broken self and put them up...
But the reality is, everytime I fall, I break like ceramic and I lose a part of myself with it.
Over the time, I have lost my hopeful and optimistic part, my kind and innocent, loving and trusting and many other parts as well.
After each fall, I try to gather up what's left of my broken self and put them up...