when i was in my worst stressful moment,
i tend to scream for help,
and in the end,
i waited so long,
that in the end i ended up solving the problem on my own.
i forgot when was the last time i received salvation in my worst moment,
or perhaps that actually never happen at all.
the most i get are,
helping hands when i don't really need them.
and the escaping hand when i face serious problem.
now, i stand up again from where i fell,
search solution to stop the problem on my own,
and continue walking again.
what i hate most is,
i can't find anything to comfort myself,
other than something that's technically not alive
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