My back hurts,
from the weight that it carries,
the kilos of love which you dropped upon me,
combined with the grams of hate I still hold,
mixed with the pounds of guilt I created,
on top of the sadness stuck within my heart.

My back hurts,
from the things I have done,
to what I have said,
it melts onto my back,
and out of my head.
But you are there to lift me when I fall,
carry my shoulders so that I stand tall,
remove the weight into your heart,
and give my own a strong quick start.

My back hurts,
but your back must hurt too,
as you carry me upon your back,
combining it with the hurt within you.
So teach me the proper form,
I know the weight never goes away,
but you can help me calm the storm,
and maybe I can help you someday.