• Back then, i was a stupid and careless.

    Most of the time i bump myself into something or scrape my knee which ends me up to deep cuts and bruises.

    Oftentimes, mom was there to help me up and heal my wounds.

    She would tell me that that she was so proud of me because i don't usually cry unlike any other kids.


    When i grew up everything changed.

    I not only grew physically but also emotionally.

    I have reached the point in my life that i became selfless and yes it's true i became selfless because i have learned to LOVE.

    I loved this girl and i gave her everything, but for her it wasn't enough so she left me with nothing.

    Most of the time i would just sit on one corner and cry.

    Mom noticed and asked me if there was any wound that she could heal because it was one of those rare moments she sees me cry.

    I looked at her, fresh tears still forming in my eyes.

    I was lost for words but slowly i raised my hand up touching my chest and said...


    "THERE'S NO BLOOD COMING OUT... BUT WHY DOES IT HURT HERE?" neutral