I see, I see my friends, I see my lover, I see my mother and wonder how strong they are. They all go through so much hardship everyday and still constantly choose to stand up straight, face it all, survive the day. I've seen them breaking down, in the worst ways possible and still pull themselves together.
I wonder, Do they ever want to run away? Do they not even want to just give up? What is their source of strength? What is it that I cannot find?
Why am I, surrounded by such strong people, a weakling ?









