I always tell everyone to be strong, until I realized that I was the weakest one.
– Can you hear me? I’m asking for help.
I could think a million words to say my agony, but the language I can only speak is: “I’m okay”. I always provide the shelter amidst of your storm, but why did you choose to abandon me on this rain all alone?
Tell me, who could I run to whenever everything feels heavy? I lost my voice while trying to be saved by the people I used to drown for.
I have so much love to pour and pain to bear, but I always keep it on a comfort in disguise.
“You’re the language I’m no longer fluent, but i’ll choose to understand you nonetheless”.
I say the words I wish to hear.
I could say the most heartwarming remarks you can hear, but you wouldn’t like the thoughts I bury inside of my mind. At the time that you can hear the uplifting motivation I always churn melodies from, I’m bleeding on its lapses.
As the skies bawl raindrops from its darkest hues, you can find me pouring twice of its tears that I held for so long.
I’m not always okay. I just don’t have the energy to cover up my miseries today.
I spent my life trying to tell people to be strong while I struggled to be one.
“You saved people, but who’s gonna save you?
Five words.
“ Yourself, and the man above.”
I thought I was the strongest one, but I ended up knowing how weak I can be.
At the moments like this, I want to remind you to reset. You are not always the giver of their peace. You can’t give what you don’t have.
I hope you can be strong no matter where life takes you in. And if not, I am proud of you for surviving.
We are not always strong, and that’s alright.
Being weak doesn’t make us less of a person anway. It’s just an implication of how brighter your rainbow could be after its storm.
I hope you could pat your back a little for me. Everything will fall on its place soon. You did well handling all these things by yourself.
You got this, we got this.
I am proud of you.
– eriwrites🧷
