With their help,
Now the thing I was scared of doing,
Just because I don't want to be awkward,
I have done it.
Those hands that gripped my shoulder,
Slapped me into reality,
Showed me the flaws,
Pulled me up the surface.
Not to mention those hands also texted the person I was so scared of to.
Because if I prolong this only a bit while longer,
All that left is a shell of a person.
Because her soul was drenched,
Killed by a parasite.
Everything is fine,
You are fine,
Nothing will break you anymore.
Because a thing that is already broken,
Cannot be crushed again.
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