I think it makes sense. I feel like I’m always fighting for my place in people’s life and in life in general.
I survived countless of trials and abandon my youth just to survive the adversity. There is no one when I asked for help. No one came to rescue me.
I am a lone survivor who masters the art of solitude. No one hears my cry. Deafening silence is all I have.
I comforted myself and become my own hero.
So, when I stopped saving myself they thought I’m just making an excuse. I’m weak. I’m a quitter.
I am not what they all say.
Is it too much to ask for rest?
Now this survivor is exhausted and needs rest.
I’ll return, eventually.