Be strong, be a big girl, hold yourself up.
That's what they told us, but I am unraveling and my strength is deteriorating; I'm a little girl ready to cry into your chest, your arms wrapped around me.
I will be strong again but my weakness' do exist, I need you to know that.
YOU ARE READING
humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
