Weakness is a sign of strength

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The darkness suffocating me. Killing me inside out, as so do the memory's that replay constantly in my mind. The events that happened that day, the church, the faces, the eyes, the silence, the silence was was the worst above all. It was there making it harder to breath and stay calm. It was like the three were working together to try and make me crumble to try and make me cry out in pain. But I would not let them, I would not let them get into my soul and hurt me like the screams and the shouts and the arguments that had so many times before. I was alone, I was a lone in this world, these people, my parents continually telling I'm not able to achieve these dreams I have. I sit there. Everything surrounding me confusing me scarring me. I grit my teeth and keep staring into the abyss telling myself to be strong and be brave and that weakness is a sign of the strength that I will one day learn to accept.

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