She’s standing there, looking so worn out.
Her eyes are heavy, like she’s been crying inside for a long time.
Everything she hoped for fell apart.
Plans didn’t work. People let her down.
She feels lost, empty, and honestly just tired of trying.
Her shoulders want to drop.
Her heart keeps whispering “give up.”
But deep down, there’s still a tiny voice saying,
“Hold on. One day it’s going to be okay.”
She’s hurting.
She’s tired.
But she hasn’t let go of hope yet.
She’s still standing.
And that means she’s still fighting, even if it’s quiet.
Keep going, beautiful.
Your someday is coming.
I believe in you.
