Be real

And as much as I hate to say it,

I just realized that as I grow older,

I already accepted that some people

will not always be there for me every time I need them.

That no matter how wide I opened my door,

they would never come in.

That no matter how loud I shouted their names,

they wouldn't turn around and face me.

I already accepted the fact that they also have their own problems --- to solve.

That sometimes they need to save themselves first.

It wasn't being a bad friend nor a selfish one.

But it was just us human beings wanting and searching

for a mean to survive.

And yes, I understand,

even if it broke my heart not only once but too many times.