At times you just work hard like any living person would, try your best, and live life by taking all the punches the world could give you. In the end, some of the punches thrown are just unbearable, much more devastating than you could handle with your crummy bones. You feel lonely, you feel frustrated and you feel as if, life, with everything around just betrayed every single beliefs you have.
Though, you still have to take the punches, because if you just give up, even with those crummy bones of yours, you will never be able to stand up again. The world will eventually turn it's back on you and you can hear jeering everywhere. The sound is as loud as thunder, no matter how hard you close your ears, the voices can still be heard. I am not going to sit down, I know, but there are times I just bend down on my knees and bleed. This are the times that I would bleed, and I was hoping, I will be able to stand up. But I'm not that weak person now.
I'm still standing up, not bleeding.
And I will make the voices dissappear.