they sliced me open with a knife and left me bleeding on my own. surprisingly i healed. at a pretty fast rate too. even though underneath my skin it still hurts but i try not to show it or rub at my scar that often.

i thought that that was the worst. but i was wrong.

just as i thought that i had fully recovered, they sliced me again, and on the exact same spot. Worse, the cut is deeper than the previous one, and you even poked at my most painful point. i try to think that you arent deliberate, but i hoped that you would just leave me alone. dont try to put in fake comforting words that dont sound sincere in the tiniest bit. sometimes i just need a quiet corner to tend to my wounds, and the last thing i need is to expose myself under the broad sun and wait to be eaten up by all of you.

i know that the worst is yet to come. i try to prepare myself beforehand and wait for the storm.

after this time, i hope that i will grow stronger. not just mentally, i have had enough of it already. i mean literally, physically. cos if there is one thing that i have learnt from all these battles, it is that only the strongest will survive. and sometimes, there just isnt any place for number 2s. be number 1 and look down at the rest, or be number 2 and bear the trauma that is worse than being a nobody.