Time is so unkind.

I look up to you just like a sister...

and I look up to you as a friend, who wants it for the better.

Sometimes, I'm left stuck in the bin.

Words are so unkind.

You see this as a threat, I'm not threatened in the first place.

Don't even think of how much time & effort you will waste.

I don't feel at home when I thought just like I how I used to

Mentally unkind.

I'm tortured but still hanging on, this cos I got lot to do.

I do not want to turn the other way 'round cos I know I could pull through.

I don't want things to take me down, under the sea and rot like Titanic,

which was useless, gigantic they called it but not helping.

Sad.