I never knew the reason why do I exist and whom do I need to show my existence. Everyone near me knows their worth. They know how to live and thank God for their life. While I'm still waiting that someday I will be able to know the reason why should I live my life happy and accept my flaws, that someday I will meet someone who could show and prove me that I'm worth to live. One noble said that "we only live to remember the days wherein we lived the worst". They suffer to experience satisfaction and I only suffer and never been satisfied. I always asked myself why do I have a scar on my woundless heart?