awake
I never understood why girls were always so scared of bees. They will be having lunch eating their salads and sandwiches and sipping their lemonade when a innocent harmless insect called a bee flies by and causes all hell to break loose. Screaming and squealing from the female customers at a cafe.
I swept the tears away, yet as soon as I did more streamed down my face. Black tears packed with mascara covered my hands and cheeks and burned my eyes, but I could not stop. Sobs came spilling out my lips and shook my entire frame. I managed to take a deep drag of my third cigarette and exhaled. Cigarettes always help why isn't it helping why can't I stop. I crouched at my back door in the foggy night and weeped. Why are you gone.
Strength
Doesn't
Always
Come
In
Numbers
I can be strong on my own.
I am strong on my own.
I am strong.
I will never be weak.