The deepest wound is when you lost someone
you love the most in the world
It’s not appear as physically hurt, but you are mentally abused
It’s in your heart, not in your flesh
But your brain is also in agony
Sometimes you’ll think you lost your mind
and wished you were dead
Family and friends are my everything in this world
Girlfriend, parents, sisters, brothers, can’t live without them
Think deeply as if you are separated with them by death
That moment would be your darkest hours of your life
Everyone will and must have been in this feeling of misery
What will you do? Hide, gone insane, or (committed) suicide?
Well, no matter how it hurts, how it’s killing you
Just go on, move on, let the past go, happiness is waiting for you
