When you are feeling depressed or soaked in tears, you have someone or some place to turn to.
But us boys, we held it in. Held it by ourselves. Among ourselves.
We are still smiling, still talking, still working, still eating and still doing every single routine in our daily lives even the wound seems to bleed and the pain seems unbearable.
There is no time to get motivational advice from Oprah,
There is no time to be a loose cannon and start blaming others,
There is no time to go to a place to mend the broken pieces,
There is no time to shed tears on the pictures of the past,
There is no time to gaze upon sad text messages from the ex,
There is no time to mourn about what happen before,
Because there is only just enough time to move on.
Move on doesn't mean forgetting in a split second,
It is just us boys have a lot to do, a lot to be done,
Because responsibilities that been thrust upon us,
Will never end till the day we die.