This weight is too strong for me to hold on my own,
I’m sick and tired of always feeling alone.
I keep trying but it’s not enough,
I worry all the time,
That I infect people
Way too much
Keep going maybe you’re almost there,
I just want to be happy,
But for me that’s rare.
I put my pencil down, but I know I’ll pick it up again,
Because with these poems that I write,
I create a friend