Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, something can always hold you back from moving on. A lingering memory, a false hope and you fall back a few steps, but if you can be strong you will finally make it out.

Even the strong cry,
when no one’s looking
we try not to be scared on the outside,
but I know that there’s strength from the fall,
it’s not weak, to be weak at all.

behind these eyes,
a world is hiding.