S T R E N G T H

You can’t break me. You could push me as hard as possible to the ground, and yeah I might bend, but my knees won’t touch the floor and my hands will never fall to the ground. My hands will always be above my head pushing you back up away from me. My legs could shake & my arms could hurt like a bitch, but going through that shit is worth making it through cause in the end, at some moment in my life, I’m gonna smile that smile and feel that feeling that only comes when I know for a fact, that finally, I really am happy.

Always,

the girl w/ the gun cocked, ready to pull, pointed directly at the next problem coming her way. Ready to take it down