SAD TURTLE

babe.

lately i haven't been feeling well.

and i'm sorry if i don't smile as much.

i'm sorry if my words hurt a bit more.

i'm sorry if you don't like how i do things.

and i'm sorry if,,

instead of hurting myself, the way i used to,,,

i am hurting you instead.

it's hard to scream without my voice.

now i can't cry for help.

now i have to wait,,

for someone to see me trying.

i'm so sorry.

it's been hard on me every time.

dear turtle,

please bear in mind.

you won't go far on that speed.

on top of that.

the road ahead is so far and dangerous.

go after your scars have closed and healed.

i'm serious.

then i will let you go.

why?

because you have a lot of scars.

because you're alone.

that is why you're hiding alone every day.

it's okay if it's a little late.

just take step by step.

slowly.

i will match my steps with yours.

which is slower.

so that you won't have to cry by yourself anymore.

a new leaf will bud.

flowers will blossom.

the love of my tears will produce a seed.

i know it will.

maybe not now.

but someday.

p/s: it's my heart-aching story. after all, with no place to place its heart, no place to go. it's a sad turtle.

The Sad Turtle,

Fitrah Ilyana