Loss is a knife, constantly cutting, but over time the blade dulls, and the cuts aren't as sharp. It's always there in the drawer, but you realize it doesn't cut as deeply anymore.

The pain of the emptiness is unrelenting and it echos through the chambers of my heart.

My tongue is a knife that is very sharp and you know, it can hurt you very easily.

It is true that there is much unresolved in my heart and up until now I haven't been very patient. It is true that I have been searching for the answers and not living the questions. I also hope that one day in the future I will live the answers. I do know that resolution is out there but for now the emotion of the pursuit of happiness seems unending and unreachable. But I do know that through patience I will be able to unlock the misery and translate the pain into happiness.

I grab a knife and hide, I wanna stop my life and die. But instead i just close my eyes, reach out my arm and cut away all the lies. Tears roll down my cheek, I thought i was strong, but i realise now that i am weak.

too early to have any estimates of the financial loss to banks.