Weakness
Have you ever picked up a pen for hours and not written down a single word. Have you ever cried so hard like a baby not knowing what hurts, not even knowing if the pain is physical or emotional. Have you ever felt like you have so much to say but don't feel like you have anyone to say it to, and when you finally do know who you wanna share it with and call them or meet them, suddenly you feel like, "Why should I tell them? It's my problem." Have you ever broken down to pieces and picked yourself up and build yourself up time and again, and still at the end of it, felt weak, very weak. All your life you fancy yourself strong, you fake it, you do not think of it being any other way, and one day just sitting there it hits you, how pitifully weak you are. In a life already build on shaky pillars, another pillar goes crashing... and all you want is one thing, one thing to be proud of, not something someone gave you, but something you can give.