I will not
Roll over and die
And I'm tired
Of being a burden

Before
I was concerned
About my safety
Concerned about
My life

But now
I've pushed those
Fears aside
I will not be a burden
I don't care
The cost

I will not let
My family
Receive all the loss
All the money
It would take- all the money
In the world
Couldn't fix my problem
If there is still no solution

I won't put them
Into debt
Over my false hope

I won't forget
The things they said
And I will learn
My best to cope

I am a burden
And I walk with
These chains
But I will stitch
My lips closed
And bear with the pain

Should I stand
Or should I fall
In the end
Doesn't matter
At all

Because if I
Become a burden
To anyone around me
I would lose my sense
Of reality
I'd lose my chance
For living

I'm done pretending

I carried my burden
Sat at your doorstep

Contemplated a thousand excuses
to not turn to you
to walk away

You opened the door
finding me at your knees
scratches and broken bones

I sank in to your arms
The burden lifted

You are there
Even when I am not here

There's a weight in my chest
burdening every breath
I take

a set of words
that I don't really care about
but they pollute my body

Words I can't let go
but need to be said
I need to take the risk

for the consequences I can accept
I don't need you
if you think I'm a sin

I don't need you
you don't encourage me
you burden me

just like these words
I don't care about
but I know you do

but if I let them go
I save myself
and will have to deal with freedom from you

I've missed you.
But it's not your fault
you secret little ***** of my pain.
My interest never dies
I swear
though time for you
I haven't had to spare
since I've grown happier
with every passing day.
Do not complain.
I'll pick you up again
when my heart bleeds for no one
standing near.
For in an hour
that finds me lonely
I will want your listening ear
'neath my pen,
taking stains
so I don't have to wear them.
You take them,
hold them,
wait for me.
My little book of verses,
I'll return
with tears like kisses.

burdens i carry
heavy loads weigh on my soul
and they bring me down

Stay strong they tell me
Hold your head up
High
And keep your back
Straight
They say
But they don't see the burden
On my shoulders
Or the things I'm thinking of
It's easier to bow my head in shame
Than break my neck
trying to look above

Walked along a dusty dirt road
hoping to find a place
where I could just unload
this heavy burden of grief
that weighs down on me
and before long
I found myself
perched under a huge shade tree--
the wind blew strong
tossing the branches and leaves about
and I kept hoping somehow
this tree so huge and stout
would look inside of me
and somehow help
to just set me free.

Trees know far more
than we humans do, you know--
so often trees stand tall and proud
and continue to leaf out and grow
while we humans stupidly
continue to destroy and wreck the land
and all the while the trees
just keep standing so proud and grand
--so is it any wonder that I dare
to hope this huge tree will help
that it will somehow care
about all the burdens I carry now?
I suppose it's too much to ask
of this sacred gift of nature right now...