It's not your back that hurts, but the burden.

It's not your eyes that hurt, but injustice.

It's not your head that hurts, it's your thoughts.

Not the throat, but what you don't express or say with anger.

Not the stomach that hurts, but what the soul does not digest.

It's not the liver that hurts, it's the anger.

It's not your heart that hurts, but love.

And it is love itself that contains the most powerful medicine.

- Unknown Author

The whispers of “Sorry”, haunt your brow
Shall I bear the burden of your guilt?
I don’t want to.
Call me selfish and afraid.
But I’ll laugh at that thought,
As I cry my pain away.

So much love in you.

So much treasure locked away,
Unable to be shared.

Too much love in you.

Too many rivers to your spread delta,
Where you stand bravely to drown.

Immortal love in you.

The gift of a soul,
The truest something.

So much love that you'd give it to nothing.

Floating on my back in these waters
My company consists of a flicker of light glistening in my peripheral
Reminding me of where I am
Who I am
My arms open, neck exposed
                                                         Still reaching for meaning
Wave after wave, my body continues drifting
One wave…                                  pent up aggression
Two waves…                                         standards and repression
One wave…                                                        manifestation
My own rhythm of solace
But the thousands of miles of burden beneath
             Cannot reach me
And that flickering light…                                                reliability
There’s still a tinge of fear for the unknown hovering on my conscious
The world I know, is crashing all around me
These waves
circulating
all about me
But I will continue to let myself drift
Allowing direction to take its own          course

“I don't need you anymore.”
She has seen so many get beat down by words, watched them crumble and fall without a second thought. They don't fight back, what's the point if they go right back to the ground. She still wishes that she stood up and fought back but she was too much of a coward. She still is.
"You know what you are, Lucy?" Drew growled.
"W-what?" Lucy whimpered against the wall, blood running down her nose.
"You're a burden. And that's all you'll ever be."