Holding On

True-er words will probably never be spoken. Somewhere amongst all this mess i lost myself, well not necessarily myself, but more so the "Self" i used to be. I used to be tough, always.  living with this wall up, a hard exterior. I was always strong for everyone, even when I didn't feel tough at all. I just, had to be. It wasn't a choice, it was just how things were. But now, i realize that its ok to be sad, its ok to show feelings. Nobody expects me to be strong all the time,and it feels great. It's such a relief. I feel as though I can breath for the first time.