Since I was young, I’ve only dreamed of a happy family,
A peaceful life and that feeling to be taken care of by someone no matter what.
It’s actually weird that every time I’m feeling this down,
I could only think of one person, “My Dada”.
Maybe because ever since I lost her, a big part of me has been lost too.
And I guess, until now, That lost girl is still haunting me.
That part of me that only I can get rid of.
Should I really get rid of her? Or just accept the fact that she once existed?
I absolutely know that I could no longer let her take control of my life.
She just couldn’t ….but…
It’s as if I needed a time out from the world,
As if I just wanted to be at peace.
But reality strikes and that just can’t be.
No matter how tired you were or how heart-breaking it is,
You need to learn how to handle it.
That’s what the lost girl had missed before.
Pause….
Breathe…..
Go on…..
