When you live the life of always being a shoulder to cry on, there comes the days when you really just need someone to lend you their shoulder to cry on. There are days when the figurative shoulder, even if that’s the one you want most, isn’t enough. There comes a day when an actual shoulder to be there to soak up the tears and take the weight is essential. I’m a tough girl. I’m skilled at swallowing my pride and pushing through especially when times get tough. But there are also times when I am just as weak as the next pre-Madonna. I want your hand to hold. Your shoulder to cry a few exhausted tears on, and just one moment to call you my supporter.