its like glass.

i know,
i know its like a glass.
when you break it,
it will just break into pieces.

i know,
i know it's like a glass,
when you try to put the pieces together
it's still have scars on it,
ugly and sad.

i know,
i know it's like a glass,
know that if you don't touch it,
put it at somewhere contented,
it will not get hurt.

but still,
when you touch it,
it breaks again,
and even more uglier.

you know it's not like a car that can fixed.
it's so fragile.
you need days, months, or years to recover.
and even,
you wanna keep yourself busy, to distract you from minding the hole in it,
but the more force you're using,
the more you feel dying.

i know,
i know it has to be fix.
i know it can still feel the pain.

keep moving.

"aiya, just keep moving la!"
"haih..just forget bout this, you can move on."
"never mind, just move on, you can do it."

move on.
keep moving.

so hard to do when you say it at ease.
sure, he is moving,

but where would i be?

each and every time.

just back from school,
felt weary and sad.

i was dizzy,
and almost faint.
my mom gave me wrong medicine,
that was the reason why i looked so weak.

i saw him today at school.
i was happy to see him.
but still,
why i just could not talk to him.
each time i see him,
each time i felt the presence of the hole in my heart,

i wished he could be more direct,
i wished he could be more confidence,
i wished he could be happy.

i want to have a big vacation with my friends;D
i want to have a big party .
of course,
it will happen after SPM.

gosh...
SPM. i think i just can't accept the fact that,
I'm going to get old already!
anyways,
i really hope that if there is faith,
i wish to see him again.
i wish he will always remember me.
i wish if there is miracle..