my back hurts
it's the weight
of unreciprocated
love

my shoulder hurts
it's the weight
of society
on me

my head hurts
it's the weight
of unrequited
thoughts

my stomach rages
it's the void
I carry
the burden
I became
to myself

my legs feel heavy
it's the height
of my never ending
fall

and my mind
oh my mind
it kills it's host

and my heart
oh my poor heart
tries to save it all
without perceiving
it's own
weakness

but my eyes
they are open
my throat
it's closed
my hands
they create
so I'm pulsing
beating
living