The others depend on me. It feels as though they put their lives on my hands and on my shoulders, thinking that I'll be okay and I can bare it because I'm strong with an iron will. My finger and hands are covered in scratches from the lives that are starting to let go because I can't hold anymore. (I don't feel like a idol. My strength and my view as being a pillar is starting to crumble beneath me.) My knees are beginning to buckle. The ground has never felt this close before. But I'm not going to let go of them. I can't. Not until I run out of breath and I really can't hold on anymore. Unless my arms and shoulders get too tired, I'll keep gripping on to them and supporting them for as long my life allows it. I just pray that I won't crumble now. ----