There might have been some hope to rekindling,
but right now I'm just trying to forget it all.
Everything I turn around and see you,
my heart feels a tingling of sorrow,
and there's a rush to run and gather what is left of you.
But the heart is dead,
and hope evacuates when they know salvation is always too late.
Life is a soulless lullaby,
with dreams and aspirations undone.
Love left without a good-bye,
and truths suddenly become lies.
Right now, living is a misery,
because people just don't understand
that the cold, unfeeling and distant person that stands uninspired before them
was a vibrant, cheerful girl with what she once called
HOPES, ASPIRATIONS AND DREAMS.
And they've killed their friend, just like that.
When Jia Hui asked me if I have a best friend the other day, for the first time in my life, I was brave enough to be true to myself.
And I told her that I don't have a best friend.
It hurt my self-pride just to say that, but I felt much better after that.
Sometimes, what we really need is the whole truth, naked of all its guises.