Onward.
This is for the hard times. Those rough days. This is for the tough ones that carry the world on their backs, still managing a smile even while being crushed by it's weight. This is for the single parent who isn't allowed to crumble because there's no time for human emotion when someone else relies on you. This is for the human being that stands in her kitchen, lonely and exhausted, sobbing silently to avoid the scornful questions of her observant children, because how dare you have a shred of human emotion, so she makes sure the trails of mascara are cleaned away before she turns her face to the world again. This is for the days when everyone demands a piece of you, even when you barely have enough pieces just to keep yourself whole. This is for the sacrifices, the sleepless nights, the heartbreak, the loneliness, the feelings of desperation. The isolation. This is for the breakdowns, and the breakthroughs. This is for the darkness, and for those that struggle to find t