Sometimes I tell myself not to crumble, not to fall.
I tell myself to keep on holding myself up; not to fall back from grace; to stay still.
Sometimes it’s hard.
Sometimes, I wish I could somehow go back.
But there’s nothing to come back to anymore.
If I do, it would all be the same.
If I do, then this year would’ve been nothing.
Because, even if I somehow yearn for that place,
nothing’s just the same anymore.
Cheer up, child. Don’t crumble. Don’t quit.