The world is cruelest to the strong ones.
The moment something bad happens,
you have to be strong.
When everyone around you crumbles,
you have to be strong.
When they carry a burden,
you have to be strong.
When they are overtaken by sadness,
you have to be strong.
When their world—and yours—shatters,
you have to be strong.
For them.
To cling to what is left.
To nurture hope.
To hold them.
Then,
after some time,
when the pain eases,
when they can breathe again,
when they can laugh again—
that is the time
when you start to feel.
When you face your pain.
When you break.
When the world has moved on.
Who understands where you are left—
alone in your sadness,
alone in your suffering,
broken.