I am tired of keeping things together

 I’m strong, yes — but I’m tired. Tired of always carrying the weight. Tired of being the one who keeps it together while everything feels like it’s falling apart. Being strong isn’t always a choice, sometimes it’s a role you take on when there’s no one else to lean on. And while I’ll keep pushing forward, I just wish — for once — I didn’t have to be the strong one. Just once, I’d like someone to say, “You don’t have to do this alone.”