whatever's left of me.

it's not the same anymore.
you can try, but it's not the same.
i don't feel the connection.
i don't feel anything at all.
i tried. we tried.
i saw. we saw.
i felt it. we felt it.
yet why do we still hold on?
i can't face the reality.
i don't wish to.
i want everything back.
back to the first moment itself.
but that can't happen, can it?
i wish it could. but it can't.
someone tell me:
why can't i face the truth to things?
answer: because truth itself is a horrible thing
it is when a terrible sense of realisation befalls.
facts are facts,
we can't change anything.
i don't want to.
but i have to.
i'm hurt. we all are.
but,
there's nothing we can do
except bear the pain,
move on,
and every time we see the scars,
let it be a painful reminder
of what was lost.