People come and go all the time. Some linger for a while and are patient enough to hear some part of me; they say "You are strong,". I laugh. What else can I say?
Can I say... My dearest I am as weak as a human can be. I wish I could.
The concept of being strong is nothing but a facade to keep us caged in our minds.
Every single time I wanted to be weak, I remembered that I am strong so I lived on...with a facade.
Those lingering individuals don't realize I am weak. I want to be okay with being weak. I want to be held and told, "My dear, It's alright to be weak. It's alright to be feeling your lowest. IT'S ALRIGHT,"
Alas, Reality isn't always beautiful, mon ami.