Wounded.

Satu minggu.
Cuma satu minggu aku mampu bertahan.
To fake my happiness,
And even myself.

For the past week, i am not myself.
I try to be the one that is all happy, and did not give a fuck about whatever shits that happened.

I tried.
I said i tried.
It's not easy but i tried.

Look at me now, I'm bleeding.

Will you heal my wounds?

Atau kamu cuma akan menambah air asam di luka aku?