Scars

They are still there. That scars. I can see it clearly, even thought no one else can.


I am just sitting here, in my room. Thinking.
Hmm, that scars... one, two, three, four, five... maybe more... Because those are just the ones which can be seen. There are more that I can't see but still... I can feel.


Every time I see those scars, I feel like I am being dragged back to the past, to the pain and to the tears that drop to my cheek. It wasn't easy time, but I survived. So I do now.


But surviving is not as easy as it said. It's like holding a broken glass, you can keep it in your hands but you'll get hurt. Sometimes, I feel like I want to let go that broken glass, just to escape from the pain. But really, I am aware that this broken glass is the only thing left that I have. The only thing I own to keep me alive with the water flowing in it. So I think, no matter how hard it is, I'll keep holding that broken glass... Just to make sure that I am not gonna give up that easily... 


You know why? Because this life is just too wonderful and too beautiful to let go :)