Something I wrote months ago and found while cleaning my room

Tears don't solve anything.
They are, but my sadness surfacing.
My moments of weakness.
No I am not strong.
But at least I know I'm not a coward.
Call me weak if you must.
Because if being able to feel is a flow.
Than by all means...
Because I know I'm not perfect.
Never was & still not trying to be...