People tell me to let go of those who broke my heart, tore up my love, or burned my friendship. Family members, friends, lovers, who had hurt me. But I can never do it completely. While the pain may not always be there, but scars will remain. The scars serve as a reminder of that pain. And sometimes, the pain returns. I treasure my bonds, I wish I could do something to save them. But I have to accept that most people don’t care enough to put in effort. I wish I mean a lot more to them so they would at least try. I don’t have any self-worth because of this.