This anger grows,
Its weight unknown.
I carry it on my back—
Can the flooring hold?
I ration why
On my back you lie,
Though I'd gladly climb
Your top so high
And embrace the fall,
Rather than embrace the climb.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
This anger grows,
Its weight unknown.
I carry it on my back—
Can the flooring hold?
I ration why
On my back you lie,
Though I'd gladly climb
Your top so high
And embrace the fall,
Rather than embrace the climb.
Sick of being understanding, sometimes I just want to be mad and let it out, sometimes I just want to break something.