See, for as long as I can remember I've had to be the strong one,only problem with that is I wasn't the strong one.
My papa used to tell me "emotion is weakness people will always use it against you." So I learned to hide it to bury it deep inside and take my mind to a different place. See, papa was a soldier so he was oh so strong he was my hero.
Anyways, I've always been able to hide what I'm feeling. No one could ever tell if I wanted you to think I was happy you would but you'd NEVER see me cry. When I started to feel like I was going to if always hear papas voice "you're my little soldier girl, you're strong. Don't let them see you cry, nobody is worth that." and I'd reminisce on little things like camping in the yard.
Well this little soldier girls grown up now and she's taking on the world...without her papa or her brother and she's starting to break.
I try to stay strong papa, just like you taught me. But it's getting so damn hard when the weight of the worlds being thrown at me.