My life has been through ups and downs. 
I cannot even figure it somehow 
the times I cry over things that 
caused me too much sufferings. 
I cannot count the nights I cry myself to sleep. 
I cannot remember how many times I have lost my grip. 
I cannot keep myself from thinking 
if all of these are worth fighting. 
Nobody has ever dare asked me 
if I am still okay. 
No one has ever dare gave me 
a helping hand so I would somehow feel safety. 
No one has ever seen that the soul 
in front of them has already been torned.