Sometimes, some things that people said to me will carve a trace on me.
It's not a scar and it doesn't bleed all the time.
Sometimes it's just like a reminder but sometimes it does hurt me a lot and I can feel the pain for a very very long time.
From time to time, it got so painful and I can barely breath.
When I reach to the source of the pain and I find out that it may be just a really tiny mark that once someone had carve on me.
Not to complain about how fragile I am, but just admit that I do avoid to talk about the traces on me.
I ignore them and then I despite them. I escape from them. Eventually, they yelled for their existence.
When the time finally arrived, I already lose all the ways to fix or cure them.
Gradually,they keep falling off like an dying tree keeping losing it's leaves, I keep losing part of me.
My soul got thinner and thinner. One day, I might look enviously and painfully at the soulful souls.
I may turn my head over and be a smoke in the big and tiny world.
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