I’m there for everyone who is there for me?
I support and encourage and at times I carry.
I cry alone in the shadows.
I scream.
I shout to no avail.
At times I even start to believe my own front that
I am invincible. That nothing can touch me.
But in truth I am not.
I am just a weak little girl that is playing in a grown up world.
And I am tired, scared and alone….
